Destined To A Rejected One
Chapter 33

“She wouldn’t have that courage,” Kratos concluded, despite the evidence to the contrary. It has been two months since her cub escaped and no trace of her has been found.

The lycanthrope race, in its best years, was once very numerous, but now, they are experiencing a birth crisis. Many casualties, herds that once had thirty members, now, some are even half that number, and others have ceased to exist altogether, with no descendants left to tell the tale. With the countless wars, the alpha couples have no time to generate offspring. Everything the werewolves fought for is slipping through the hands of the true alpha. The only reason they haven’t had any casualties this month is because they haven’t suffered any more attacks from the traitor, the witches don’t want any more war, and the vampires are in their slumber.

“What am I supposed to do? I can’t tarnish the memory of my ancestors by accepting an alliance with the witches” – he thinks as he watches the beta couples eating at the table. Everyone was hungry.

The wolves had thinned and their strength had dwindled, having focused entirely on the search for the fugitive had almost killed all the remaining packs by starvation. Kratos gave them all a week’s rest, to hunt for food and rest.

After travelling almost halfway around the world, the only thought the true alpha had was that his cub had fled into the predator’s territory. “Would he take such a risk? He knows absolutely nothing, how could he go to such a dangerous place? Surely he hasn’t made it that far” – the genuine alpha refused to entertain the hypothesis that her offspring had made it that far. The thought that he starved to death was a more palatable idea, but impossible.

Kratos felt his b***d boil, at that moment he wished she had really died, but he feels she is alive. He just doesn’t know where.

– Yes…sir – a slave interrupts the werewolves meal attracting numerous grunts of disapproval – That message was left by a messenger crow.

Kratos raises an eyebrow looking at the brown haired slave with trembling hands as he holds up the small piece of parchment. That kind of paper is expensive, who sent it?

The fear mixed with hunger and exhaustion, the filth used on every corner of the slave’s skin, the lifeless eyes; that is the image Kratos and everyone else likes to see in humans. They are filthy rats, who are nothing special, but feel they are the greatest. “Filth, they think they are righteous because they are creatures of Zeus” – Kratos hated the gods. The main ones are: Selene, Hades, Triplet and Zeus. Before the books, they are the creators of the terrestrial races.

– Selene, goddess of the werewolves. She who rules the lycanthropes since antiquity.

– Hades, god who betrayed the witches and thus gave birth to the vampires. The cold bloodsuckers.

– Triplet, also known as Mother Earth, is the goddess of the witches, the tricksters.

– Zeus, creator of the first existing race, the human race. The weakest species.

The supernaturals who lived above the skies, or among the waters, did not matter to Kratos. What matters is the power over the continent, the total control of all terrestrial races.

The genuine lunam takes the piece of parchment from the slave’s hands in disgust, he withdraws, she hands it to her companion who reads the words carefully.

“I know who you are and I also know what you seek. I am only someone who wants to do good, I can help you get your daughter back. Tomorrow morning I will send the raven for your answer, don’t waste my time.”

“Who the hell was behind that writing? It’s a long shot, is it worth the risk?” – Kratos wonders as he crumples the parchment in his hand.

– Is everything alright? – asks the genuine beta as he notices the hesitation on his genuine alpha’s face.

– I’ll go to my lair,” he says, getting up.

Climbing the stairs to the floor of his den made him think about all the pros and cons. Trust? Not an easy thing to do among wolves, and even more so with those who don’t even give names. Trap? I wonder if it was the witches who sent them to blackmail him into accepting the alliance. Or was it the vampires? Like wolves, bloodsuckers are proud and execrate other races, they want to be the being above all others. But it couldn’t be them, that time of the year, it’s their sleeping time. Aceto… For vampires. Humans-turned-vampires don’t feel the need to hibernate in the sunny season.

“I’ll take my chances” – he finally decrees thoughtfully. Once inside the room, he walks over and lies face down on his bed.

Wolves don’t like to risk, trust or lose. They are proud, loyal and competitive. And they respect hierarchy above all else. But the breed had two exceptions. The traitor and the murderer. Two nuisances that should not exist. But they do exist, and Kratos wants them gone.

In the territory of the rising herd

– Do you like it like this, do you want me to suck you harder? I can swallow it all – he asks in a seductive voice.

– Get out.

– But still…

– I said get the f**k out! – growls the lunae kneels in front of him. Clear eyes water and holding back tears the young woman runs out of the alpha’s lair.

Rolfe holds his flaccid member and tucks it into his trousers. Today, once again he has tried to mate and once again he has failed. His mate’s smile still dominates his mind, her death still causes pain in his chest. And the regret… That is what hurts his brain the most. He had the woman of his life killed, who was innocent. The traitor… The hunter of his own kind, is his son. The rejected son. The son accused of treason. It was all a lie!

Rolfe having no one to blame, remembered that his female believed in the goddess and so ever since they discovered the truth about Occisor, Rolfe curses her. To him, Esmeralda dedicated her faith to a goddess she ultimately attracted.

“Who the hell would have written that? It’s a risen basket, will you mark the corduroy to the river?” – Kratos asks as he crumples the parchment in his hand.

– Is everything all right? – he asks the robe-hound as he notices the hesitation on the face of his alpha-hound.

– I’ll go to my den – he says, washing his hands.

Climbing the ladders to the floor of her den made her ponder all the pros and cons. Trust? Not an easy thing to do against wolves, and even more so with those who don’t even give their names. Trap? I wonder if it was the witches who set them up to blackmail him into taking over the alliance. Or was it the vampires? Just like the wolves, the bloodsuckers are proud and they attack the other races, they would like to kill the wolf for the sake of all the wolves. But they could not be allos, that time of the year, as its time to sleep. I agree… For vampires. Humans who have become vampires do not feel the need to hibernate during the sunny season.

“Ma arriasgaré” – dacrata finalmanta pansativo. Already in the room, he lies down and lies face down on his bed.

Wolves don’t like to risk, to trust or to brown. They are proud, fierce and compatible. And they scrape the hierarchy for everything. For the race there were two axcations. The traitor and the assassin. Two molasses that would not be able to exist. Paro axistan, and Kratos quiara qua dasaparazcan.

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In al tarritorio da la manada ascandanta

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– Do you like it like that? do you want to suck it more? Ma lo puado tragar todo – ask in a seductive voice.

– Get out.

– But still…

– He said get the f**k out! – grunt at the moon and kneel down straight to him. The clear eyes tear up and the young woman running out of the alpha’s lair.

Rolfa holds his flaccid miambro and keeps it inside his trousers. Today, once again he has tried and once again he has failed. The smile of her companion still dominates her blanket, her muarta still causes her pain an al pacho. And to the arrapantimianto… That’s what makes her more than anything else. He made her kill the woman of his life, who was innocent. The traitor… The hunter gives his own aspacia, as his son. The son rachazado. The accused son gives betrayal. All for a mantira!

Rolfa not having no one to blame, he remembered that his hambra believed in the goddess and therefore, since they discovered the truth about Occisor, Rolfa cursed her. For him, Esmaralda gave her fa to a goddess who in the end attracted.

Raccordando lo alagra y gantil qua ara su valut luna, sus brillantas ojos vardas la hiciaron dajar que las lágrimas fluyendo da sus ojos. Racuarda how she hated the way she treated the lower class of the herd, and also hated the tortures to which she subjected the humans. It was a difficult hambra, but she loved it like no other.

“I hope one day you will forgive me” – Rolfe always apologised to his mate in thought.

Despite his regrets, Rolfe still has his alpha pride. And he, more than any other, is the most committed to Bloodstain’s quest. She was his salvation. He would have a new son, honour and restore the name to his pack. He only hoped that with her it would not be a failure as with the Bloodstains of his pack.

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In the witches’ palace

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– This is not the time, we need to focus on a way to achieve

– An alliance with the other races -Kyle completes Angèle’s sentence- We can’t talk about anything else -he rolls his eyes.

– Because that’s the most important thing.

– No, the most important thing must be our marriage.

– My people are more important. We are dying, three races against us. Our people do not have powers equal to royalty, they are even more fragile.

– And the duty of the stronger is to protect the weaker.

– Exactly, Kyle.

– I really admire that about you. But I just… I feel left out… You went alone into the lair of those dogs…

– I went with the head guard, my sister.

– She could have taken me. You took a risk.

– You’re too hot-tempered, you’d have left out all the talk.

– What conversation? From what I heard, it was just threats and attempted attacks.

Angèle sighed wearily, Kyle has been her fiancé for six months. And for six months he’s been waiting for the wedding because she decided the most important thing was to get a ring first. Kyle is her second cousin, he’s fifty years older than her. And being thirty-one years older, she understands that he doesn’t want to wait any longer.

– Look Ange… I’m sorry,” Kyle hugs her and k****s her forehead, “I’m an a*****e, I should be supporting her and not taking it out on you. Forgive me, my love – he hugs her tightly and Angèle hugs him back.

Kyle spent two years to win the hand of the first princess. He did his best to stand out from all the other witches. And yet, he is still not well regarded in the eyes of the sovereigns. Being a branch, Kyle does not have the strong powers of the main family. But even so, he remains undaunted and overcomes his limits. And besides, kindness is what really attracts Angèle.

– I have a feeling that soon we will be able to get married, and it will be in a time of peace. Our children will be safe. Our people will be able to live without fear.

– May the triple goddess hear you, my beloved.

Smiling at each other, the two went back to strolling in the castle gardens.