Miles away from the peaceful Mount Manuka, a deadly beast had escaped with a wound and is now in need of it’s master to heal her. Crystal clear sea-green waves hitting the white sands of Samrat Kingdom, edged by clumps and clumps of rocks. A luxury mansion stood mighty facing the beach, on top of a hill. The cliffs and hills with the dense forest have become a perfect playground for werewolves, to build their strength. On the other end of island, a bridge connects them to the outside world. Beyond the bridge is fishing ports, indicating the beginning of a busy city. A lot had changed since Ozrain had left. The power of king Epsilon is boldly proclaimed with a 15 feet height statue, erect in the middle of mansion entrance, in the middle of a fountain.
Epsilon has been running his own private government here. Every single resident of the island is to submit 25% of their earnings to the king. Nothing is done without his permission. Even a regular household decision such as sending their child to higher studies or marking ceremony of the residents needs the King’s permission. He carefully molds his followers, calculating each outcome so they will not be too educated or financially free as he might lose control over them. Only children from his close and loyal alliance are allowed to study into higher positions such as lawyers, doctors, CEOs etc. That too, under the vow to be bound with the King.
People living under his territory have put their own effort in refurbishing the island, from the internet connection, proper electricity, sewage and education provided with his permission. The only reason no one had rebelled against his cruelty is one–because of 2 rogue packs fused personally by the king into the island. Those rogues, will not hesitate to kill anyone rebelling against the king. Two–Queen Aira, their Luna. They cannot risk her life. Killing or hurting Epsilon means they are projecting the same to her. Just like Selena, she is also a mother to the whole pack, only Selena is confined to the 5 in the leader’s pack because she hasn’t been marked by their alpha yet.
Epsilon is a ruthless, merciless king and a satyromaniac. At height of 6 feet and a body of 150kg with pure muscles, tanned caramel complexion, an intimidating wolf tattoo covering his left arm, he could be the drooling material of a young woman. But his habit of always wearing his favorite red velvet cloak, brutality, greed, and medieval concept that a woman is just for sexual satisfaction, made him nowhere fit into the modern world.
He wasn’t so terrible when Ozrain was the king but ever since he left and Epsilon started gaining more in number–making him the ultimate ruler– he became fearless to do whatever he wants. Queen Aira, being the gentlewoman she is, couldn’t satisfy his compulsive sexual drive, nor stop his injustice to his own people. He hunts down she-wolf like an animal and enslaves them in his underground dungeon till he gets bored with them, providing minimal for their well-being while they are under his care. Thousands of women had been captive in his underground bedroom, specially made for him. Those women have experienced the worst hell could offer, being tied up to the bed, not knowing when he would walk in and rape them cruelly, like a mad dog, chasing after meat. Bitten, beaten, tortured, and penetrated with unmentionable instruments are just a few to name. When he was done, he doesn’t have the courtesy to untie them, exposing them to many pass-bying hungry wolves who take advantage of their vulnerable state as well. These women return to the world above, completely torn and with no desire to live another day. Some even go to the extent of committing suicide. Those who do live suffer from insomnia and nightmares, being shell shock for the rest of their life. From time to time, humans are also abducted to satisfy him and when his semi-wolf form takes over during intimacy, it tends to kill them. Their bodies are thrown off cliffs to feed sea creatures.
Queen Aira had rarely left the mansion. Everything that she needs from the finest pieces of jewelry to designer dresses, books, and handworks to pass her time is provided to her by the King. Despite his cruel nature, he is deeply in love with the Queen and wouldn’t hesitate to kill even his royal subjects for her. In fact, he began to enslave she-wolfs because he couldn’t tolerate seeing her suffer under his vicious lust. He had to relieve his madness on someone else at least twice in a row so that he would be calmer when he is with Queen Aira. Since he is not her designated mate by moon goddess and that she doesn’t love him, it doesn’t hurt her that much when he has sex with another woman.
Till to date, 8 more packs had fused into their mother pack, making a total of 13 packs, 5867 werewolves leaving in an island, making it the most cramped up pack ever known. To accommodate that much population, houses are built small. Apartments are not an option as no building is to be taller than the King’s mansion, exerting his dominance over them. Every household has to produce at least one trained fighter. A patrol team of 200 wolves is always on the lurk around the island and great importance is given to combat training. Rogues are also hired by the king, to keep bringing she-wolf for his lust and to keep an eye on all packs around the world for one werewolf– one a moon mark on the neck, a Samrat’s bloodline.
The wounded creature, slithering its white body in the rippling water edge of a cliff, letting out an echoing cry to call its master. It has used all its energy to uphold its floating body, lost a lot of blood during the battle with werewolves. After a long wait, an entity under a red cloak emerged from the woods, striding as quickly as it can towards the creature. A hand stretches out to caress Goya’s head. The moment their skin came in contact, memories from Goya transferred to her master’s mind. Playback of all that had happened in the past days including its battle with the werewolves and how a silver wolf, shinning under the clear water lured it towards the rocky edges of the riverbank. His master petted the Goya’s head even more lovingly than it closed its eyes, feeling safe and belonging. With no warning, a shiny sharp knife came from under the cloak, slicing across the creature’s neck in a swift movement. It has disappointed its master. It had the chance to kill the Samrat’s bloodline but it failed terribly. But it served one last purpose, it has revealed the location of Samrat’s bloodline and had shown her master how she looks like; a silver wolf with a moon mark. After 200 years of suffering, Goya finally rested on the seafloor in 2 pieces.
Selena woke up all of a sudden jolt, pulling Zaden out of his sleep that just took over him an hour ago. He frowned and opened his eyes with much effort, sliding his palm to cup her chin, caressing her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked in a husky voice. In return, he got an unfathomable reaction from her. She started exhaling slowly with a series of squeezes shut and open her eyes.
“Stop the car,” she said low and they implied, causing a chain reaction for the next 2 jeeps behind them, also come to a stop. Selena got out of the car, as she stood by the roadside, inhaling fresh air for a few moments, rubbing her chest. Her vision is blurry, her heart pounding crazy in her ears and her mouth feel bitter.
“Are you nauseous or something? ” Sitka asked as he looked over to Makeala for approval, only to get rolled eye at.
“It’s too early for that you idiot” Makeala answered him
“Is everything fine?” Ozrain’s voice came from another side as he approached her. She does look rather dizzy, supporting her head with her hand and slow blinking eye. The truth is, she is experiencing another vortex but it was different. This time, she couldn’t enter the vortex even if she wanted to. There was certain magnetic energy emitting from the vortex pulling Selena towards it but then again, she couldn’t enter it, battling with a series of pushes and pull within her. She can feel her wolf being harbored in her, recoiled into a corner against her nature, for the first time. Usually, she is the one who would be inside the wolf. Her wolf is different, she seemed… scared. Her head felt spinning. She lost balance and leaned towards Ozrain which he welcomed with an open chest. Now Zaden was rolling his eye.
“Girls!!!” he mumbled in annoyance, being his usual possessive self. Soon, like in seconds, Selena got sober again and after a drink of water, she was able to stand on her own feet
“Where are we?” she asked
“A few meters from Samrat’s woods,” Ozrain said as he pointed ahead of them.
Selena was surely wooed. All she could see was a huge mansion, more like a castle, standing tall above all trees, on what looked like a hill. They are almost there. Her heart still pounding heavily in her chest with the thought.
As they drove in Samrat’s territory, wolves started emerging from behind trees, swarming like bees around 3 jeeps that had entered without permission. There could easily be at least 150 wolves, all with their fangs and vicious snarls, who looked like hell keepers to Selena. She is witnessing territorial defense for the first time and this many wolves at one spot is out of her comfort zone. She grabbed Zaden by his neck and climbed up to his lap, terrified eyes darting all around. Zaden looked at her with a raised eyebrow, not that he didn’t want her on his lap but not now. What if he had to jump out to help Ozrain?
“Don’t worry, I will keep you safe” she said, patting gently on his chest, after feeling awkwardly stupid.
“What is happening?” Selena said low as fear started to consume her.
“Territory pack. We have entered their territory without authorization and they look pissed” Zaden’s eye was scanning the whole surrounding. Anytime now, the wolves will bump into their jeep and Zaden was holding on to Selena’s shoulder, making sure she is safe. A red wolf, large and fierce, landed in front of their jeep. All 3 jeep came to a stop
‘Stay inside’. A mindlink from Ozrain boomed within their ears and they obeyed. Doors of the third car opened, silencing the wave of growls from those wolves. Ozrain and his pack stepped out. The minute his foot touch the territory, his Samrat vibe diffused into the air, alerting every wolf present of a powerful force coming towards them. He strode calmly with full confidence towards the red wolf. The eyes of the red wolf slowly changed from fierce, to clear and then widened significantly. He bend one of his front legs and bowed his head, making sure the neck is visible to Ozrain. A chain reaction took place as all the other wolves bowed to him
“Delta Maximus… I am honored with your loyalty” Ozrain said with a calm expression.
Back in the jeep, Selena and her leader’s pack were watching inattentively. Selena pulled Zaden even closer to her, his forehead is now brushing her cheeks as if he is a teddy bear and she is a 5 years old girl.
“This should be easier than I thought,” Zaden said, eyes still fixed at Ozrain. And they all nodded, eyes fixed at Ozrain. The so-called Maximus wolf, shifted into his human form before he took huge strides to Ozrain and hugged him
“King Ozrain!!! How I have been dying to see you one last time”