Coronating myself: Season 1

[If you've seen Alpha Lucien around, run.

Your life won't be spared.]

The Moonshine pack,

"Bring Gorius to me." He orders a guard who bows and walks away in command.

"Beta, Alpha Lucien wishes to see you." Gorius was slightly older than Alpha Lucien himself. He looks up at the guard and hums whilst the guard waits for him outside his room.

He hadn't found his mate, yet.

Neither did the Alpha. They were like a cursed pair with similar wavelengths of thoughts; all inclined towards reign and gore.

Lucien however, wasn't planning to find a mate either. He blames the system to be weakening, 'to suck the life out of a person' is called love in his dictionary. When Gorius stands in front of his majesty, Lucien stands up from the throne. His brunette hair bounces with every step he takes down the stairs slowly, elegantly like a swan.

No one dared to disagree with his actions unless they want to be fed to the hounds below the castle, locked away from human interests.

"Yes, your majesty?" Gorius lowers his head slightly, even if there wasn't a need because Betas and Alphas are known to be friends than having a king-peasant relationship.

"When will the ascension begin? The challenge is yet...not accepted." He informs the beta.

"He is old, and wise, your majesty. If he is taking time to accept the challenge, then it surely means that he is plotting something against you." Gorius says wisely, making the alpha smirk.

"Very well," his loud voice booms through the court hall, every organism seizing to move, "We shall meet the King of werewolves in LA. My favorite city." He smirks viciously whilst imagining the days of his own. The said city had a lot on the plate for him to take. He didn't care if he had sex with men or women, all were under his interest. He was delectable to the eye as well. If beauty and pride had an incarnation, it would have been the young and wild Alpha Lucien.

Killing the King of Werewolves would be easy considering his age, but having to slaughter his entire family to enter into Kingship was difficult. Difficult on his heart than on his mind, even if his genes were altered to think grotesquely.

His blood relative, the only one who remains is his younger sister.

His sister's name is Jasmine, she was just as sweet as the flower. However, she had an unnatural lust for blood. She often sneaked into the dungeon and kill prisoners, just for fun.

Best of the best of doctors could not find a cure for her illness. It wasn't an antisocial act nor it was coming from someone with a personality disorder. Everyone in the pack was concerned about her behavior when one day, everything came to a full stop.

She hadn't eaten anything for a week nor did she blink a sleep. The only time she let her emotions sway her was when Lucien finally decided to tell her his part of the story. She felt bad for her brother, a lot had happened to him in comparison with herself.

He tapped on her door, she was eleven years old now and recovering. Jasmine softly rubs her eyes and looks up to her elder brother. She smiled at him, lifting her hands up to be carried by him. It was safe to say that they had a soft spot for each other.

"Jasmine sweetie, big brother is going to challenge the Alpha King. You wanted to watch me fight, right? Will you come and cheer big brother when he wins?" The girl excitedly shook her head.

Soon after, Lucien gets inside the car along with the beta and Jasmine. The guards roll by and ascend into the front of the car and back whilst the journey by road begins.

The alpha clicks his tongue and smirks, his hand over the headrest whilst Jasmine and Gorius look at him, "The King has no idea, does he? The whole world shall witness the goriest murder in the entire history of humanity. How's that?" The male says, expectantly looking towards Jasmine who rolls her eyes at his exaggerated behavior.

"Are you trying to pick on me?" She asks, feeling insecure about her recent past.

"Oh no, no! I would never do that to you out of all, my dear Jasmine. I'm only asking if I'll be strong enough to make history."

"I don't know, big brother. But let me sleep now." Plugging in the earphones, Jasmine leans on his shoulder and takes a nap.

In a few hours, they reach LA. Alpha Lucien walks out of the car to stretch his body like a cat.

Pulling out and lighting up a joint, Lucien wonders with the sky. The beautiful and calming hues of the sky were something Jasmine would have enjoyed but not Lucien. Instead, he was excessively thinking about the ways he would kill the king and what the King himself has on his plate for Lucien after his tragic death.

Reaching the arena, he pats Jasmine on her cheek to wake her up.

"Stay in the car, alright? I'll go win." Saying that Jasmine nods and kisses his cheek as an encouragement while she lays back down in the car seat, only acting.

"Don't let her out. Don't force her either." Lucien instructs the guards who nod their heads, "If she wants to see me win, let her be." He takes his shirt off, the metal locket around his neck clinking.

Jasmine looks at the bare back of her brother walking towards the arena. She is seated aback, but when the huge old male built as a hunk walks from the opposite direction, it makes her feel insecure about her brother winning.

On the other hand, The Mighty Alpha Lucien strides toward the King with confidence. He quickly rises to his feet and the fight begins. Many are seen supporting their king, but the play takes a sudden turn when Lucien's eyes begin to glow a certain hue which radiated danger. Even the King himself was scared. It was as if the power of a Phoenix has been entrapped in this young male's body.

In one felt swoop, Lucien beheaded the King of Alphas. He had coronated himself as the new King.

The King of Werewolves.

King Lucien, there was a ring to his name as he stretches his hands and welcomes the cheers of the people.

Why were they cheering? Did he not kill their King in front of their eyes? Did the previous King not care for them well which made them sigh from their chests as soon as he died?

Eitherway, all he cared about was that title beside his name.

King Lucien.

And that was how he finds himself wandering about in the woods at night. The dark woods of LA aren't something that is spoken of either, they are resident creatures that should be hidden forever. Sirens and witches lurked in the bushes, calling for blood.

The drunken new King wandered to the east aimlessly, he was confident with himself that he should find his way back. Suddenly, he catches up to a few sounds, as if someone was yelling for help.

Snarling sounds were heard. Along with his hiccups, he also heard the screams of a woman. She wasn't close by, he thought to himself.

"Help!" She screams. The male rolls his eyes and shifts into his wolf when he discovers that a human girl was held captive after what seems like a tiresome bike chase. The Harley Davidson is by the side, the engine still running as the woman screamed for help.

The vampires, as he guessed, were pulling her up by her limbs to capture her as their slave.

"Leave her..." he slurs upon his words. Hearing his voice, they all turn to see the male in faltering steps by the tree, only his silhouette visible.

"Or what?"

Lucien chuckles gravely, his shoulder bouncing with delight.

"You don't want to know that."

It was because he was mutated. Without his permission. He was made into a lab rat when he was barely eleven years old.

And that...turned him into the monster he had become as of now.