Destined To A Rejected One
Chapter 11

A BOOK OF STORIES

It has been exactly thirty minutes since the sun rose, but it is still hidden behind the thick grey clouds. The sound of footsteps echoed on the stone floor of the long corridor, walking steadily was the real couple. At the entrance to the hall, two slaves were in charge of opening and closing the heavy doors. When the couple stood in front of the door, the slaves opened it and the noise drew everyone’s attention.

Is everyone here? – asked the true alpha as he entered the meeting room.

Yes, all seven alphas, sir,” replied the omega with his head down.

Very well, you may go now.

With your permission.

The omega bows to all the alphas and exits the great hall, closing the door. The true alpha sits at the head of the great table, and the true lunam sits to the right of his companion.

Have you secured an heir yet? – Kratos questioned Rolfe, the alpha of the Rising pride.

No, I’m still in mourning,” he replied without looking at the genuine one.

You must leave soon, after all you ordered the execution of your velut luna – the genuine pronounced impatiently with the mourning that has already lasted five years – And you still did not kill to create humiliation.

Rolfe closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly. Remembering that he was unable to keep his female at bay makes him feel ashamed of himself. A sign of weakness, and for that, the honour of his pack is beneath everything, thus losing the name of his star of honour.

I know – he chuckled – I have tried to mate with the moles of my pack, but just smelling them makes me irritated, and in order not to kill them I….

Never mind that,” Kratos interrupted Rolfe’s speech, “I want to take care of another matter.

And what would that be? – asked the alpha of the Diphda pride.

Surely it must be of extreme importance, to gather everyone here,” concluded the alpha of the Acrab pack.

Have the witches and vampires attacked us again? – asked the alpha of the Markab pack.

The lycanthropic race, so far, contains seven packs, apart from the one directly ruled by the genuine one. The others are:

Diphda, with as current alpha, Lucan.

Rising, with Rolfe as its current alpha.

Acrab, with Darius as its current alpha.

Markab, with Sebastian as its current alpha.

Nebula, with Raphael as its current alpha.

-Merak, having as its current alpha, Apollonis.

Sonstellation, having as its current alpha, Nicollas.

The names chosen for the packs were made many millennia ago, chosen by the second generation lycanthropes in history, the stars and constellations formed the family branches of the wolves. While the moon represented the family belonging to the genuine.

As you all know, something unusual has happened and instead of an heir, I have a female pup,” Kratos paused to speak and noticed the attentive stares of everyone present.

Everyone was silent, no one understood what had really happened, no one even knew that the moon goddess herself would get in touch with the genuine thing. And no one had the courage to question, the genuine was not someone known for being kind, if he didn’t like something, even the slightest thing, he didn’t think once before killing.

This female should not exist, for her my heir died, but I cannot change the facts – no one was surprised, they all knew the stories that emerged from the red spotted girl – And as she should not exist, I am sure that her mate does not exist either, so her womb is fertile for any male.

Everyone present listened attentively, but no one imagined what the real alpha really wanted by gathering all the alphas there inside his castle.

In five years, he will be of mating age. I want to have a contest, and whoever wins will have the right to mate with her and give birth to my heir.

Everyone present was shocked, but they managed to conceal it well. “Is it possible?” – everyone wondered.

While the meeting was taking place, Bloodstain was given permission to walk in the forest with Guila. The white ground and fresh air, the warm rays of sunshine, all left the young girl with a beautiful smile on her face.

Shall we go for a run, please? – she clasped her hands together in supplication.

Come on, let’s go! – Guila smiled, she didn’t want to run, Guila was no longer a young wolf and seven hundred years had passed, she only had three hundred years left at the most.

They both took off their clothes and put them under a tree, on a root that rose above the ground.

Both transformed, those watching from the outside would think Bloodstain was the older one because she was so much bigger than Guila, but those who know her know that the great she-wolf is still only a wolf cub.

Bloodstain’s paws sank into the snow-muffled ground, and that gave her, if only for a few measly moments, a sense of freedom. Feeling the icy wind meet his muzzle made his eyes glaze over. It was so rare that he was allowed to walk outside the castle, it only happened when people were watching from outside, like today. No one wanted the displeasure of being in the same environment as the killer.

Without waiting for anything else, Bloodstain put all his form into his big, furry paws running towards the white forest in front of him. Guila was no longer as strong, and being a cimex moon, it was as if she were a normal wolf, she did her best to keep up with the girl, but it was very difficult to keep up with her.

Bloodstain felt like she was in the clouds, the icy wind blowing softly on her muzzle, the cold fluffy snow on her paws, the feeling of freedom. Something that, for her, she would probably never have.

Arriving at a frozen lake, the girl stopped running and waited for Guila. The Bloodstain lay down by the river and Guila did the same as she approached.

Lycanthropes had the power to communicate through the mind with each other, but this was not for everyone, this power is restricted, only members of the same pack can hear each other through the mind. There is only one being able to listen to all lycanthropes and also to be heard, and that was the true alpha. Guila always wondered if the Bloodstain would inherit this power when the real one passed away.

Guila? – Bloodstain calls out to her without lifting her head from the soft ground.

Guila: Yes?

Tell me more about her? Why did she raise us?

She wanted to save the life of her beloved.

What do you mean? – Bloodstain raised his head and looked at Guila intently. Guila, in turn, sniffed the air to make sure they were alone.

The goddess was in love with a man, a king, his name was Licaão, her brother found out and blackmailed her, tricked her and made her almost kill the man she was in love with, then to keep him from dying she turned him into a werewolf.

I want more details, Guila! Who was her brother? And what was his name? What was this man she fell in love with like? After she turned him, did they stay together? What happened to her brother? Where is he now? Who were his parents? Who….

The Bloodstain cut through the questions, leaving Guila stunned.

I wish I could answer all these questions,” Guila interrupted her, “But that would be putting us in danger.

So… How am I supposed to know more about her? – Bloodstain lowered his head again and stared out at the frozen lake.

I’ll find a way. We’d better go back now.

They got up and walked slowly on their way back. They arrived at the castle around noon, the real guests had already left. But the castle was empty.

Where did they all go? – asked Bloodstain as they entered the lycanthrope playground.

Today is hunting day, they must be in the forest, it’s a good thing we didn’t run into them, they would have fought for sure.

Bloodstain nodded, he hoped to have dinner today too. What he really wanted was to learn to hunt, but if the omegas didn’t have that privilege, it wouldn’t be murder to have it.

I’m going to my lair,” Bloodstain spoke and turned and walked out of the room.

Guila nodded and also posed to walk to her lair.

The castle has six floors, the top floor is only for the genuine and his companion, the fifth floor is for the betas and their companions, the fourth floor is where the meeting room and the large library are. On the third floor is the kitchen and dining room. On the first floor are the dens for the omegas and their companions, on the first floor are the “guest rooms”, they are used when there is an event and the guests need to sleep there. And on the ground floor are the slaves and the torture room. In this part of the castle there are no doors, only a closed corridor which is the space to go to the basement. The ground floor is like a box, which only has a window with a ladder for the slaves to move around. And then further down comes the basement, which is where Bloodstain’s lair is.

Guila reached over to her bed and pulled out a black-covered book. It wasn’t heavy, nor too thick. It was the only book she managed to save from destruction. It tells how it all happened and gives details of the moon goddess and his history with her, and a little after she managed to have her brood.