Chapter 6 KING ANDORS REJECTION

Normally, my army and I travel at night; however, I was surprised at the number of packs that joined us. The willingness of young warriors to accompany me was such an honor. We have been referred to as the Imperial Army by many. Even a few bear shifters expressed an interest in joining. In light of the fact that we are now known to exist by other species, I was concerned that Malcolm would be aware as well. The first step is to locate the King of the east and to quickly draw out King Malcolm, who has been misrepresenting himself as the King of the West. It is imperative that Malcolm comes to me in order to prevent civilian casualties in this war for liberty from his totalitarianism.

Since we've grown to over 200 warriors, I'm letting them make a base camp near the east and west border lines in the mountains. We as a unit have become too large of a force to stay together and not be seen, even travelling at night. 

In our instructions to our warriors, Rector and I stated that they should patrol only at night and remain in the shadows. The use of light or fire should be limited to a minimum. It would be detrimental to our interests if Malcolm discovered our base camp and took us hostage.

I must win this battle, my heart desires vengeance for my parents, my people, and myself for the life I had lost with my biological family. My people have suffered unjust bloodshed at the hands of that monster, and I desire retribution for them. For all that you have done, Malcolm, you will be destroyed by my wolf, I will cause you to die a slow death. We will then expose your remains to the buzzards for them to consume, and we will hold a party while we watch your flesh being torn from your bones. My promise to the moon goddess and to you is that I will protect her children and my people.

There are men with me every night whose sole purpose is to rile up my warriors so that they are prepared as the time is drawing near, when we will avenge our people and regain our Kingdom. I will not allow my male and female warriors to lose hope, for to lose hope would mean that we would not be able to get retribution. The loss of hope is no longer allowed, only determination and anger can fill our hearts in order to defeat the evil beast known as Malcolm.

It is my understanding that both my mother and aunt were witches. My witching abilities had never been trained, and I know that it will be beneficial during this war. There is going to be some more witches brought in by Margot, and somewhere in all of this chaos I must find the time to train myself in the arts of magic.

Meanwhile, Andor is feeling sorry for himself in the Eastern Kingdoms Castle. He recalls the day when his newly found mate rejected him at the age of eighteen. As it was his birthday party, Minerva, the popular cheerleader for the football team, danced away with her friends in the center of the dance floor with some of the other football players as well.

She never even glanced my way even though their crowd was the same as mine. There is no doubt in my mind that it is all the scars I have. I have one along the hairline on the side of my face, and it is hardly noticeable due to my long hair. It remains a source of self-consciousness for me. There are scars on my body from being whipped with a silver wire dipped in wolfsbane.

Both my sister and I have different mothers, but hers was his true mate. She was dear to him, and he loved her to the core of his being. Following her death while fighting by his side during a war, he went insane and slept around in an attempt to dull his pain. As my father the king was emotionally disintegrating, his sister was caring for my older sister. He slept with several whores, including my mother, who became pregnant with me as a result. He did not want anyone to know that I was his son unless he was mated to the mother of the child. Consequently, my mother became his chosen mate, despite the fact that she was not his first love. He, in turn, hated me, despite the fact that my name was the same as his.  Since my mother was only an omega, he believed I needed harsh training and if I did not punch as hard as he liked, I would be punished, usually by a silver whip. I was subjected to this treatment from a very young age. There was not a single day in my life when he did not whip me.

As my sister grew to love my mother as her own mother, she began to stand up to my father on behalf of both my mother and me. This made my father whip me even more as he felt I was unable to defend myself and a she wolf had to do so. It should be noted that I was only five years old at the time.

At the age of twelve, my father was on a tirade out in the open. His fists were hitting my mother and she was bleeding profusely. It was impossible for me to see her skin through the blood. As my sister attempts to protect her, he is hitting the child he does love. On my way out, I grabbed a gun and shot him in the head. As a feral alpha, it is extremely difficult to defeat him. It was necessary for me to use a weapon. Upon turning around, I was greeted by a large crowd kneeling in front of me.

Uncertain as to why they were kneeling, I began yelling, "STAND UP!". My mother and sister must be taken to the pack doctor."

My sister and mother were immediately taken to the pack doctor by the Royal guards. Fortunately, my sister survived, and her wounds have healed well. After a week in a coma, my mother passed away.

My sister had to pull me out of the tears, and explain that I had become the Alpha, as pack law states that whoever kills the current King/Alpha becomes the Alpha. As she explained, she would assist me in running the pack and together we would be able to overcome this obstacle.

I attended junior high and high school during the day while my sister took night school online. To put it simply, my sister taught me what it means to be an Alpha. As a result, she sacrificed going to parties as well as going out with friends in order to find her mate. I am eternally grateful that she is my older sister, and when she finds her mate, he must not treat her badly or reject her or I will kill him.

When I walked out onto the dance floor on my birthday night, the full moon was out and radiated off my mate's pale skin like a star in the sky. The smell of her was amazing, like peppermint wrapped in chocolate. The girl was already eighteen years old, and I felt privileged to have her as my partner. As I began walking towards her, she turned and looked at me as our eyes met. When I looked into her eyes, rather than seeing love, I saw guilt. I knew then that I would be rejected by her.

As Minerva walks up to me and places her hand up, she declares, "I Minerva, daughter of Beta Wilson, reject you as my Alpha and my mate." Everyone had stopped and was watching me as I fell to the ground. The pain was so intense that I could barely breathe. The wolf in my heart was whimpering and hiding in the back of my mind. It would be inappropriate for me to be weak in the presence of my pack, so I stood up. I, Andor Alpha, of the Shadow Crown Warriors Pack, accept your rejection of Minerva Wilson as my mate and future Luna. I have also banished you from our pack due to the disrespectful manner in which you rejected me. We will give you twenty-four hours to leave, and a week to denounce our pack and join another."