Chapter Sixty-Six – Cooperating.
Chris’s POV
Your Silver has haunted me since her coming here. A Lycan around her pack? What other Lycan than the one I was looking at now?
I raised the torchlight to see his face, he was laying face down, always tired. He was breathing heavily as he just eaten.
My warriors treated him like a pet, and he surely acted like one. I dropped the torch at the holder and attempted walking away.
Suddenly, the Lycan growled halting me. It had authority and commanded obedience, my legs froze had frozen at the sound.
He had never shifted to his human form so there was no way to talk to him. Though I was aware Lycans could communicate verbally in wolf form.
This one was just stubborn. “Do you want to say something? How many of your kinds are out there?” I folded my arms.
A chuckle erupted from him, it made the fire on the touch flicker. At least, that was a reaction, not an ideal one but it was something.
He had never given a reaction before. “Would you answer me or did you remember an amusing past of yours?”
His muzzle opened and for the first time, words came out of it. “There are no other Lycans out there. I killed them all.”
That was both comforting and disturbing. “For the records, thank you for killing them. But why did you?” I asked.
He moved again, on his sides then laid on his face again like his body was too heavy to hang sideways. He groaned while speaking.
“They didn’t deserve to be Lycans when they were weaker than Werewolfs. Wanting simple lives like Werewolfs when we could lord…”
He choked on his words and stopped speaking, gagging. I had a blank expression.
He had killed the other Lycans because they wanted to live like Werewolfs? Wasn’t that a good thing for once?
Lycans living like wolfs, inside packs or having packs of their own. Being in human form majority of the time and falling in love.
That was good and beautiful for both them and us, Werewolfs.
“So you were a Lycan King who didn’t want his pack to be happy? Look where you ended up in.” I scoffed.
Another growl left his mouth but it didn’t have as much effect on me as the first. He was a total joke, wasted Lycan.
“You serve me now, and I could teach you how to prioritize your pack before your selfish needs but now you have no pack.” I smirked.
“Not for long.”
My eyebrows arched. “Not for long? You plan to steal my pack or what?” Unknown anxiety was engulfing me.
I knew such things happened while messing with Lycans. Yet I never listened to my wolf or my instincts or Your Silver as she hinted on it.
“No.”
My heart beat slowed down. “No? No what?”
Could he stop speaking with few words and explain clearly? “No what?” I repeated.
“No, I won’t serve you for long. Soon, I’d get strength, run off and live in peace. Or, we’d agree on when I can leave after I do your bid.”
It was nice to see he knew his place. He wanted a cooperation because of how useless he was. But what was I to gain?
“Perhaps having a peaceful mind that no Lycan is having a grudge against you?” my wolf Zeke suggested.
I rolled my eyes. “What exactly do I gain from co-operating with you?” I enquired, getting closer to his cage.
“I don’t attempt running away or ruining your pack. I may not have the strength but they are lots of wolfs I could handle…”
“Is that a threat?” I cut him short.
He groaned, turning to his back and pushing his heavy body up to stand. “Those aren’t threats but reasons why we should cooperate.”
I couldn’t quite see his eyes but they had a golden tint to it, he was still in his lead warrior transiting to Delta rank stage.
I’d be meeting with him myself and not my Delta, incase he attempts pulling a fast one on him. My former Delta can’t lose a daughter and son.
Thinking of Sasha’s disappearance along with my unborn child, I felt discouraged about everything.
What was I fighting for without an heir? And then thinking about the prophecy which said I was no linger eligible to be Alpha King.
It made me have no purpose or confidence in myself. What will become of me afterwards?
“Those questions that you ask yourself, only you can find the true answers to them.”
I looked up at the Lycan as he spoke. How did he know I was questioning myself?
“I was once an Alpha King. They are times like this, but know, someone has to die for the greater good. Everyone if possible…”
“Then if everyone dies, what’s the use?” I queried. “Who was to share your celebration of victory with?”
He said nothing to defend himself and I sighed, I wasn’t about taking advice from a deranged Lycan king who killed his family and pack.
Attempting to stroll out of the prison hold where he was, I heard bones crack and move, he inched towards me. “About my offer…”
“I’d think about it. Then come to you.” I replied.
He sighed, which sounded like a deep groan. “I hope it will not take long. I quite want to know what you are after and get out this place…”
“You will know… and you’d get out of the place.” I finalized and walked out of the prison.
More worries were clamming in my head. Was I really making the right decision by working with a Lycan? Was my goal worth the danger?
I was about closing the door of the prison when I heard a light chuckle come from the Lycan. I waited.
“These Werewolfs never learn…” he yawned and fell back on his face.
I closed the door and paused, trying to understand what he meant by Werewolfs never learnt. Did he trick us into something?
My wolf wanted me to confront him on those words but I didn’t as he could deny it if he actually had bad intentions.
“Lycans and Werewolfs can’t mix. They don’t do cooperation! To kill Your Silver’s mate, you want to go that far!” Zeke screamed in my head.
“She’s no longer your mate so you should stop being so thoughtful of her.” I reminded making him mellow down.
Destroying Your Silver’s mate was more than just for the prophecy to be unfulfilled, it was also because he would be a bad king.
So far, she hasn’t found out who it was. It meant he wasn’t even an Alpha, Beta or Delta.
Probably some lowlife wolf who’d be Alpha King? How could such man replace me? Funny.