Lycanthropy

I glared at Berrant, letting him know that I wasn’t actually happy with this appearance and showcase of males, and their hormones.

I could smell their arousal, upon looking at me, and I felt disgusted by the look in their eyes already. With my head held high I moved myself to the front of the room, to where assumedly my grandfather would be seated. But due to all the men, that were in front of me, I couldn’t see him yet.

Suddenly one man came to stand in front of me, towering over me and looking me straight in the eyes.

“Hi there little one, care to join me to my house?” He asked me with a sly grin on his face.

I was shocked by his boldness for just a mere second, before I kicked him in the groin and pushed him aside. Upon doing that, all the men in the room began to loudly howl and cheer for an unknown reason to me.

“Is this what you call, approaching me?” I whispered to Berrant, thinking about him telling me this in the plane.

But upon receiving no answer, I looked behind me and saw that Berrant had held Terrence to the back of the room, and were thus no longer close behind me.

“Great.” I said, while taking my jacket off and throwing it upon one of the tables that stood in the room.

I got followed by dozens of eyes and waited for the next man, to approach me.

Suddenly another man touched my shoulder and turned me around, he grabbed me by my waist and lifted me off the ground. I am strong, but light weighted as well, so this was no difficult task for him to do. He wanted to show me his muscles, as his strong arms bulged from underneath his loose shirt.

Without a second thought, I slammed both my hands, flat on his ears. I could hear his ears pop and a loud ringing inside of his head, must be muffling off any other sound in the room now. He held his head tight, and then I kicked him in the chest, pushing him back to where he came from.

Loud howls were heard again, and once more another man came close. This one though, was slightly smarter. He had taken his cloak off too, and took a battle stance notifying me that he wanted to fight me for becoming his.

“Are you sure?” I asked him.

“As sure as I can be. You can’t be much stronger than what you have showed so far. Look at how little you are.” He said.

Okay, not smart then. Why men continuously keep underestimating me, is beyond my comprehension. Haven’t they heard me being the Alpha of a great part of a continent? Seriously…

I had taken my own battle stance as well, he was strong but soon within a few hits, he was on the ground. Screaming in agony, as I had just broken his upper arm.

The men around me, were again rejoicing my win, but took a few steps backwards now as some of them realized they couldn’t win from me.

My true strength hadn’t even came to the surface yet, and there was no one to even challenge me for it? I’m a Lycan, and Lycan’s are stronger than other wolves, but these are Lycans too! Where are the true strong ones then!

“So, anyone here, that could actually give me a challenge? Maybe your females are stronger than you!” I said loudly, while walking to the front of the room.

A few more men stepped towards me, growling at my remark, and tried to knock me off my feet. Again they are stronger than my own warriors, it even took me some more effort, but still with some dodges and hits, they all failed to take me as theirs.

Finally I reached the front, and saw an old man sitting in a big seat, in the middle of a long table. The other seats were filled with other Alphas I assume. The old man was looking at me, smiling gently and standing up to greet me. He walked around the table and now stood in front of me.

“I’m glad that none of these fools were able to win you for them.” He pointed at all the men in the room, while looking at me. “You look just like your mother. Little, but strong, and your white hair is just as beautiful as hers.” He said while holding my face in his big hands now.

I could see some resemblance of my mother in his face. His eyes were just as icy blue as my mother’s, and his nose looks the same as hers too. But besides those features, my mother must have taken more of a resemblance of my grandmother, as I couldn’t detect more of her in him.

His rugged white long beard, braided into a single long braid, covered most of his lower face and neck. His white hair, which resembled my own, waved on top of his head and curled down along the sides. The face of a well experienced man, shone through his hair, while his eyes showed me sadness and pride at the same time.

“My name is Haraldur, and you Emerson are always welcome here.”

I know he is an Alpha, as I’m one too, and I have inherited the Lycan genes from his bloodline. But I just assumed he was another Alpha, from another place, that came here to visit. Why is he sitting in the middle of the table, and why is he saying I’m welcome here? As in here in general.

“Thanks grandfather, but where is ‘here’ actually?”

“My Kingdom love. You might not have seen it all yet, but this village is just one part of my land. Close to the waterfall a few miles from here, is where my home resides. The one that will once be yours.” He said easily.

And even though I admire to be given the right information, upon asking for it, as I’m not one to dwindle on about details before explaining myself to someone, I am actually surprised. Something that I haven’t been in quite some time, as the last time I remembered to be truly baffled was when I realized that Amy was my sister.

‘King’ Haraldur, my grandfather, saw me being confused and switched his gaze between Berrant and another man, that was sitting at the table still.

“Aron? Haven’t you told your Beta to tell her about her status?” He asked the man at the table.

“Yes I have, I’m just as confused as you my King.” This Aron had replied, while looking at Berrant angrily. Or was he looking at me?

Both Berrant and Terrence walked over to us, seemingly ashamed for leaving out that piece of information. I wanted to become angry at Terrence, as clearly he knew about this as well, but something was distracting me.

Between all the male hormones, sweat and fear, that I could smell from all the men in this room, there was something else… But what was it?

“I like it…” Dakota purred in my mind, dragging out those words, longer than necessary.

Oh no. We are not going to do this again! I don’t want this!

I used everything in my power to find out where this smell came from, not to act upon it, but to avoid it like hell! I’m not in the market for another man, nor one that appears to be my mate. And how was it possible anyway? I mean, my mate on my own continent had been rejected by me, and he did the same to me. Is there something like rebound-mates? Second-hand-mates? Whatever it is, I’m not going for it!

“Ohhh this wolf is nice and strong… Stronger than Winston, much stronger!” Dakota said and all I could think about is who this wolf belongs to, and to get lost! Now!

Unaware to the men around me, I used my nose to search for that smell. I turned away from my grandfather and walked pass Terrence. No, not that way.

I turned around again, and crashed my head against a solid rock hard chest. Upon gazing my eyes upwards, following a trail of thick muscles, tattoos, a beard and then his face, I could see a pair of black eyes looking down at me. His dominating aura intimidating my own, and throwing off all senses that I had.

My logical thinking wanted to run away from him, and my brain actually send the information to my feet to start moving, but I was grounded. As if I was solidified to the ground, rooted in place, stuck with glue, nailed to the floor, I don’t care what you call it, I couldn’t move!

“MINE!” Aron said huskily, or his wolf growled, I’m not sure. I’m not entirely placing everything that is being said to me, in a proper spot right now.