The convoy of King Sylvester rode through the dusty roads of Los Angeles, creating a scene that sent shivers down the spines of inhabitants of the town. Through the cobbled streets lined with a blend of new and old buildings that snuggled side by side, King Sylvester and his guards showed off the notoriety that instilled fear in the hearts of inhabitants of the city.
The convoy was made of twelve battered vehicles. At the rear, was a gray van where I lay within the cage which formed the storage bay of the vehicle. Two guards sat, flanking me on either side, their faces shaded by shadows occasioned by the moonless sky.
The consistent hum of the engines from the cars synced with the thrum that sounded in my ears - the impact of the attack that earlier took place in the forest. Smarting from the brutal attack and regularly spat gobs of blood and phlegm onto the road. A tang of blood clung to my temple and my head throbbed with every jolt of the van when it hit a speed bump.
A deluge of thoughts flooded my head, creating a complex kaleidoscope of images. Betrayal, pain and hate played in my head a thousand times over. The faces of Derek, Amelia and my horrible stepfather all pervaded my senses, almost drinking me crazy.
Arriving at a gradient inclined at a gentle slope, loomed the massive castle ahead. Its gothic features were accentuated by its dark silhouette which exuded a sense of foreboding. The castles towering spires reached for the dark skies like sharp claws. It's perimeter was fraught with a chain of floodlights that illuminated the entrance to the rambling grounds, casting eerie shadows on the stone clad high walls of the Alpha Kings fortress.
The vehicles rode into the massive concourse through the ornate, arched gateway that served as a means of access into the castle. Sentries manned the gates and ushered us in, I could not help but notice they were all armed to the teeth with a variety of weapons.
Soon the guards disembarked, flanking King Sylvester who was in the SUV that occupied a central part of the convoy. He watched as the two guards who flanked me, gripped my shackled arms and dragged me out of the vehicle and towards the building.
Among the several windows that were conspicuous on the building's facade, I could notice a woman watching furtively from the window blinds behind the panes that were covered in mist.
Dragging me to the grand terrace, we arrived at the massive steel double doors of the castle, reliefs of werewolves battling it out in a duel evident on its exterior. The doors opened with an ominous creak, revealing a foyer that was dimly lit and lined with a number of sturdy stone columns. The chains clinked on the polished floor as the guards dragged my battered body through the cavernous space that led to a winding corridor.
Hunger pangs made my stomach churn. I yearned for a cup of water and some food.
King Sylvester, flanked by his guards followed me, their boots clopping disparately through the space.
We arrived at another steel door manned by a guard. Opening the door, the guards pushed me inside the room which was a cold, melancholic space. It possessed sparse furnishing, mainly a bed, a table chair and shelf containing several items.
King Sylvester made slow strides into the room with two guards by his side while the door was mildly shut behind him.
I was fagged out, completely drained of strength. I needed food and some rest, my body appearing pliant and subdued.
"So you intended running away from me?" He inquired in a cold voice, his booming cadence making my skin crawl.
I remained mum, responding with a distasteful stare.
He made a slow pace towards me and crouched close to where I lay, disconsolate and pathetic. He added with a hint of sarcasm that irked me.
"I admire your bravery. Showing off your strength as a potential Luna. But you have forgotten, I am the Alpha of all Alpha's. There is no werewolf on planet earth that can withstand my power. Many have tried and have fallen. You happen to be just that statistic that have failed." He paused to stare at my face which exuded a subtle hint of disdain. "I would advise you be a good girl and do as you are told. Okay?"
I was unresponsive.
He heaved himself up and walked to the door. At the doorway he said: "You would be provided with amenities for a warm bath as well as food and water by one of my loyal maids, Lorna. This stands out as one of my good deeds to my mate but I can see you feel otherwise. Ciao." He said, walking out of the room.
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Lorna was a short, portly blond woman whose loyalty was not in doubt. True to King Sylvester's words, she came into the room, stripped and bathed me.
She carried me to bed where I lay, heavy, drained and weak. The obsequious woman made a sip of steamy tea while trying to restore my waning spirit.
"Take it easy my child, you are gonna be alright."
I stared at her feeling the soothing warmth and comfort she radiated.
"I'll be honest," she added. "I've been in King Sylvester's service for the past two decades and I would tell you, he's quite a good man."
I winced at her admission. "Good? Why does he still go for a selection process yearly as a means of the repayment for his services?"
Lorna expressed a toothless smile: "He desires a mate for one thing which he lacks."
I inquired, curiousity piqued. "And what would that be?"
Lorna replied curtly: "He has no heir to the throne and that was why he chose you."
Her assertion sent my thoughts into a spin like a dervish.
"You mean he has no heir?"
Lorna nodded: "Not just a heir but a male child to advance the vision of the pack."
"which is?" I asked
"Global dominance." Lorna quipped instantly.
I blinked at her. While her admission may be true, I found it cumbersome to understand my involvement in all this.
Lorna seemed to be a mind reader and she aptly explained: "As an ambitious Alpha, taking over a larger part of the world would make no sense if there was no successor."
"And how has that got to do with me?"
Her assertion was emphatic. “Give King Sylvester a son.”
Despite my groggy state, I found her assertion sickly. King Sylvester was a sadist and giving him a son would further bolster his futuristic plans.
I drained the vessel and watched Lorna take the mug and walk out of the room hurriedly.
Lorna in my opinion was cheap bait, designed to convince me into accepting King Sylvester as his mate. I wondered what Derek and Amelia as well as my step mother would do it they found out I was King Sylvester's mate. While I desired this, I didn't want to be King Sylvester's mate. While several possibilities played in my mind, I opted to remain indifferent however I was all alone, desolate and cold.
I woke up with a start, the faint sound of a howling dogs sent me reeling out of unconsciousness. I couldn't stand up, a throbbing pain evident all over my body.The impact of the beating from the previous night had taken its toll and now my body was nonetheless heavier than a massive tree trunk.The barking of the dogs was becoming too loud. Curiosity piqued, I managed to drag my numb frame from the bed, my shackled wrists and shackles making my movement cumbersome.The chain scrapped the floor with a jarring screech as I slowly moved towards the window. It's dusty pane offered a sweeping view of the Castles massive concourse.Below were a triumvirate of elegant dogs, their leashes, in the firm grasp of a tall, middle -aged woman clad in a dark gossamer gown who stood conversing with one of the Castles personnel.She was stern-faced and she evoked a certain authority which I thought arose from her position in the Castle.She tilted her head towards my direction and I noticed that sh
Flanked by Lorna and a guard, I walked slowly through the immense concourse to the gardens which was situated east of the sprawling castle grounds. The cool morning breeze caressed my skin while the dipping sun cast a golden hue across the plush greenery.Once again I sensed Queen Annalise squinting through the blinds of her window. I ignored her furtive behavior and approached the garden where he was solitarily seated. A polished marble table was positioned in front of him and was adorned with fruits, barbecued fish and meat. Balmy bulbous glasses containing the finest of wine complimented the arrangement atop the tableAs I walked towards the table, a lascivious glint tinged in his eyes. "You are welcome, Vera. Here's a seat for you," he gestured at the empty concrete seat that was on the other side of the table.With a wave of the hand, he dismissed Lorna and the guardI exuded an indifferent face, furious at his calm disposition - a day before, he exhibited the arrogance of a swas
The werewolf emerged from the ruins, its silhouette accentuated by the bright clouds that offered the creature a rich backdrop. It was ready for a fight.King Sylvesters was huddled in the SUV, keenly watching the raging behemoth and his guards engaged in a duel to the death. His guards, a blend of human and werewolves disembarking from the vehicles in a bid to eliminate these wild creatures.Deploying them was premised on a number of reasons. The most important being the maintenance of security across all counties within the North Western Hemisphere.Three of the guards were positioned on the hood of their cars taking shots at the grisly monster. However, this was unpredictable. The shots were only possible once the target was locked and if this was not possible, they remained ineffective till the target was on point.Meanwhile, the beast was wild. it lunged at the men, leashing it's claws at them. The talons ripped the occipital bun of one of the men, producing a copious amount of b
Looming ahead was King Sylvester's castle. Accordingly, the vehicles came to halt before the ornate castle gates, its towering spires creating a sense of awe anytime the castle was approached.Reminiscing on the battle which just took place, I observed that the bloody memory was etched in my mind. The images of the harrowing sight kept replaying in my head like a broken kaleidoscope.King Sylvester got out of the vehicle with the air of an arrogant victor, every move reflecting his disposition as a battle ready fiend. His guards flanked him despite looking weary but vigilant.As we made our way inside the Gothic castle, a tall, blond haired Dante Sims, the head of security, emerged from the arched doorway, his countenance contorted into a frown. He engaged in an exchange with King Sylvester instantly.I conjectured something was off.They muttered a few unintelligible words and I could see Sylvester suddenly exude a look of apprehension. His jawline tightening immediately.Dante accom
I dashed towards the perimeter wall, my legs, in frantic athletic strides, moved as fast as they could carry me. Heaving with each breath, I could feel the chilly night air searing my lungs. The jaunty stone of the castle slowly blurred past me, but the burden of it—or him rather—still weighed down my spirit.Freedom seemed to be beckoning at me with every inch covered.The imposing perimeter fence loomed ahead, sharp iron spikes like the grotesque talons of a hideous beast appeared to be reaching for the sky, imbuing fear in potential escapees like myself. The moonlight accentuated its appearance with malevolent intensity. I had no choice than to scale this wall. This was the last hurdle that had to be surmounted to taste freedom. This area was devoid of the presence of any guards; Slipping out before anyone noticed seemed to be my escape route.But as I got closer to the fence, a petulant growl sliced through the cold airMy feet were rooted to a spot out of fear. My heart skipped
DEREK'S POV:The message emerged just as the first shaft of dawn filtered through the heavy clump of trees, casting a muted glow across the morning skies. I could hardly sleep and had spent most of the night, walking around the cramped room which had become my recluse since Vera had been taken by King Sylvester.A bell tolled in the distance, signaling the gathering of all inhabitants of Callahan county where the old low slung town hall building was located in the heart of the town.A nagging feeling welled up in my gut - another condition that has become prominent with the loss of Vera.The county hall was a dingy monument and a far cry of its historic past - a stark reminder of the nostalgic times in the North - Western Hemisphere. Life used to be easy and less stressful but in recent times the reverse has been the case.Approaching the hall, murmurs from its occupants were unmistakably evident. Whispers of "...Perry Moore's death..." and "...King Sylvester and his goons did it...
Alone in my room, a deluge of thoughts on how to rescue Vera flooded my mind. Her face haunted my dreams and I was bound to undo the error I had caused.Suddenly there was an abrupt rap on my door. It was Amelia, her voice almost drowned by several other gruffy male voices.I paced to the door and peeped through the keyhole - the din beyond the door becoming awful."Open the door, Derek," Amelia snapped.Another guttural voice lashed out: "Derek, open the goddamn door!"I was chagrined by the wild shouting, prompting my response: "What is it? Have I done anything wrong?"Amelia yelled: "You abandoned me for some time now. How do I care for this pregnancy and our unborn baby?An infuriating and gritty voice retorted: "Open the door!"The banging on the door persisted.Hesitantly, I reached for the door latch, Amelia continued ranting. Obviously the outcome of the meeting at the town hall had done nothing to improve my reputation.Amelia’s words hit me, causing me to be sympathetic at m
"But this is not just about mere talk",said the only female among us named Kara. "If we are going to do it, we should be determined to do it"Kline's eyebrows furrowed, his thoughts engrossed on deliberations regarding the fight for survival against King Sylvester. "This meeting is apt judging by the events that have taken place across the three main counties within Los Angeles. We have continued to bear the brunt for years. It is now to come up with a plan to end King Sylvester's oppressive tendencies."The bald headed man named Spock Waldon who was seated close to me, intoned, his voice crisp and deep: "Earlier at the town hall meeting, a veteran recommended the deployment of a mole within King Sylvester's domicile. We need someone to volunteer in this regard.”As I listened to Spock, my mind drifted. A mole in King Sylvester’s castle? There was a sense of tension in the room, especially as eyes began roving between each other. Each person seated on the desk were trying to make wc