Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 84: The King

Chapter 84: The King

Chapter Eight-Four – The King

The cheers got even crazier that Laurel had to close her ears while deciphering what was said. The next king?

Her eyes went up and widened as someone marched in from the door. The Lycan Prince? Was the next King?

"Wait, wait—" Her eyes followed the young Lycan.

His crown had ben changed to something bigger and more ceremonial. She wasn’t sure but there was a stylish cape to his attire.

Laurel could no longer hear anything.

The next King of the Lycans was a pyscho who hated werewolves and wanted them dead.

As if being a Lycan Prince wasn’t enough to cause harm in the lives of others, he had to be made King to further torment innocent lives.

Her fists clenched tightly that she felt her claws dig into her palm. Droplets of blood splatted on the ground but she didn’t care. It just wasn’t fair!

It just wasn’t. They were all children of the moon goddess.

None was lesser.

"Pri-Princess."

Laurel looked up, it was then she realized the tears streaming down her face. Tears she shed for the werewolves that had been killed and will be killed.

Even if she was strong enough, there was no way she could save everyone. But then she wasn’t strong enough.

She patted the werewolfess’ head, "I’m okay. I’m okay." She walked out of the ballroom and back outside.

"In hindsight, I don’t think the new Lycan King will start a war against werewolves immediately. Sorren said his acts were still secret." Laurel muttered, sitting on a low statue.

Also, in the kitchen, and the few Lycans who saw her and knew she was a werewolf, they only seemed wary of her or tried to intimidate her. None actually tried killing her.

Which meant the new King’s hatred wasn’t shared by everyone in the kingdom. But for how long? He was the King after all. What the King wants to do, he did.

"Laurel."

She held the charm in her hand tightly. He finally found her. She carefully shifted the charm to the werewolf girl and left where she sat, dusting herself. "Stefan."

Stefan glanced at the girl. Why was she wearing Laurel’s shawl and Sorren’s skirt? He diverted his attention back to his mate. "Were you bored? You’re sitting outside."

A small frown came to her lips. Surely her problems were not his own so he should stop trying to act bothered.

"Don’t you know why?" Sorren walked to them.

Stefan turned to his brother. As he guessed, he was without his skirt-like garment. Who was this girl they were giving cloths too?

"Asher became King. Why?" Sorren placed a hand on his hip. "Did you see that coming? Did the King tell you?"

Stefan exhaled. "Yes. Right before he left to tell everyone. He said his son had a goal and making him King will help him achieve it. He asked for my cooperation..."

"You know what that goal is, don’t you?" Laurel peered into his eyes. "Annihilation of werewolves?! Your fiancée? Your pack? All of them!"

Stefan looked away. "Asher hasn’t made his goal known yet. I’m sure I won’t be the only one who disagrees."

What was he saying? Laurel scoffed, backing away.

"Princess, being King doesn’t make him all powerful or invisible. He needs the officials, especially the Alphas to agree, for such a wide scale attack to happen."

"Yes, and believe it or not. There are still few werewolf packs that have Lycans living in them. Like Jappongi. The Lycans of those places wouldn’t agree with this.’

It still wasn’t enough. Laurel closed her eyes tightly. That was still not nearly enough. Asher was still a threat to her people. She opened her eyes.

But there was nothing she could do.... yet.

They returned to the hall with Stefan keeping his eyes on the mysterious girl in their midst. He couldn’t catch her scent, at all.

The new King’s coronation was done.

Laurel wanted to move but stopped herself. Without the charm, her movement was limited again.

The fear of what would be done to her was enough to make her lose her appetite. She gestured to the girl to get them a tray full of snacks.

When the girl left, Laurel watched the new King and the one named Nero that Sorren warned her about. If push comes to pull, she had an idea already.

Immediately she thought of that, she saw Nero’s eyes shift to the werewolfess. Laurel stood up immediately. She got to her before the young man did.

"Sorry." Laurel faked smile, holding the charm to hide her scent. "You can go first." She cleared the way for him.

Nero looked confused and took some steps away from them. Who was that lady? And why couldn’t he catch her scent? Was she an impossibly strong Lycan?

And that werewolfess, why couldn’t he catch her scent now? If not that he recognized her, he’d never have found her in the crowd.

He watched the werewolfess and the strange lady walk back to a table. "Alpha Stefan?" Nero clicked his tongue.

As he was an also Alpha to werewolves, had he taken ownership on a stray werewolf he found in a Lycan Kingdom?

Still, all he had to do was steal the girl away from them. The Alpha wouldn’t waste his time trying to find a stray wolf. And he had to do it fast before the new King figured.

Laurel smiled as the snacks dissolved on tongue. Her mood and appetite were returning again. She could care less if the red eyed Lycan put something into them.

She noticed her mate’s gaze on her and stopped smiling. "You can have some if you want." She pointed at the tray.

"Who’s the girl?" he asked instead.

Laurel faked a smile. "I think she lost her way and came here. We can drop her off when we are leaving. I don’t mind being responsible for her."

It didn’t really answer his questions but Stefan made an ’hmm’ sound. The fact he couldn’t catch her scent worried him but he was willing to let it go since she’s a lost child.

"Excuse me, sirs, ladies."

They all looked up. Laurel gulped down saliva on seeing it was Nero. She had assumed he’d let it go till they were leaving, the usual discreet method.

"King Asher would like to have a word with the two ladies, if you don’t mind." Nero said with a small bow.