Chapter 2 The Return of The Prince.

The Supreme Alpha King's kingdom was buzzing with life. Banners of deep crimson and gold waved from towering battlements, and the courtyard echoed with hurried footsteps and exciting murmurs.

Inside the marble walled palace, servants dashed to and fro in anticipation of the grand feast honoring the return of the King's firstborn son-and future Beta after years spent in the cold lands of Russia.

Among the busy maids, a blonde girl no older than seventeen, weaved between servants, her arms full of polished silverware.

Her big green eyes sparkled with determination as she placed each piece carefully on the long banquet table, which shimmered brightly under the glow of the crystal chandelier.

She worked silently, diligently, and couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. She had heard tales of the Princes strength and charm, how he had trained beside wolves, fought alongside generals, and knew every corridor of the palace without stepping foot in it.

He was the Alpha's pride who was now returning.

Suddenly-

CLANG

A deep, mechanical sound rolled through the palace like thunder. The alarms blared. Red lights flashed in the tower windows. Panic spread like wildfire.

A guard burst into the dining room. "TO ARMS" he shouted " THE FAERIES! THEY'RE HERE!"

The maid girl dropped her fork. Her heart leaped into her throat. She ran to the arched window and gasped.

From from the end of the Kingdom, the sky bloomed with colors, wings of violet, emerald, sapphire, green and gold, beating like synchronized fury.

The faeries were descending like a storm, and leading them, in gleaming obsidian armor and burning amethyst eyes was General Steven, his blade glowing faintly with fae energy.

He landed in the courtyard with an ear splitting crash, his wings flared wide. His voice echoed, magically amplified.

"Supreme Alpha King of the Wolves! You have in your possession what belongs to the Fae king. His granddaughter."

The great palace doors boomed open, and the Supreme Alpha king stepped out, his aura vast and oppressive like a winter storm. His silver streaked black hair moved slightly in the wind and his golden eyes narrowed like a predators

" You dare bring your filth into my walls and speak of bloodlines?" He growled his voice enormous.

"I've no use of the likes of you. No do I shelter your kind. Leave now, you bug or you will wish the wind had tore off your wings."

"You will give her to me. I was supposed to be wedded to her mother. The Princess and I were betrothed and so her child is mine. Since the Princess is dead. I must have the child." Steven barked

"I do not care what your reason is. Get out of my territory. I don't have her." The king fired

The tension exploded.

With a cry, the faeries surged forward, blades drawn and spells cast. The Alpha's guards charged to meet them in a thunderous clash of metal and magic.

Roars and cries filled the air as fireballs and arrows flew.

Soldiers pushed women and children toward the underground safe houses.

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Meanwhile ~

In the sleek black SUV's we're two handsome men. They sat at the back while the car moved with a convoy of Black SUV's.

One male was on the phone, from the conversation it seems he was talking to a girl.

"I don't think we'll be coming back anytime soon, Tasha."

Silence

"I'm not sure but he is right here beside me. You could ask him."

The male tried passing the phone to the other one in the car with him, but the male pushed the phone away.

On the other end of the phone a voice called out " Baby. Lulu."

The male looked at the phone in disgust and flung the phone out the window.

"Bro what is your deal." He said laughing

"You will do well not to test my with that whore. Beta."

From his tone, the beta knew he was serious

"Yes. Alpha."

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They car had entered the kingdoms territory, from the car window the Alpha male rushed out into the battle in front of the castle, leaving the Beta behind.

The maid girl was among the people who were being ushered down the corridor, when-

"You."

A firm grip yanked her back. She screamed, eyes wide as she was stood face to face with General Steven.

"You are one beautiful thing. With fine eyes. Since I can't find the kings grand baby, why don't I take you with me, I do need someone who will suck my dick. And the rest of the female faeries mouths are now loose."

The girl struggled, utterly disgusted by the words that came out of the Generals mouth

"Stop resisting. I will make your pussy feel real good. My tongue has been praised a lot. Don't you want to know how it feels against your clit."

Before she could protest he began dragging her to a corner

"Why don't I test the product before I take it home."

The girl struggled and screamed, he used fae magic to hood her in place.

" Let me go! Please!"

He had just unbuckled his belt when-

WHAM!

Steven was knocked to the side like a rag doll, crashing into a pillar. The girl screamed as he fell. The spell dissipated.

She looked up to see a man standing between her and Steven.

He was massive. 6'7, with long Raven black hair, that frames a chiseled handsome face. His piercing blue eyes glowed faintly, full of fury. His body was built like a warriors, broad shoulders, tight muscles, rippling under a black tunic, a thick neck and a chest that screamed power.

The world around her blurred. She stared, mesmerized, a tiny blush on her cheeks. Who was he?

Steven groaned on the ground, but the man didn't wait. With a growl, he pounced-fist flying in brutal precision. Every strike landing with devastating force. Blood sprayed, and with a sickening crack one of Stevens wings bent unnaturally, bone shattered.

"I will break both if you ever touch her again. You pedophile." The man snarled.

Steven. Bloodied and gasping, called out: "Retreat! Retreat at once!"

The faeries, seeing their General crippled, pulled back.

"I will come back." Steven said, he tried looking at the girl but the tall man blocked his view.

One by one, they vanished into the sky like glittering birds in reverse migration.

Silence returned.

All except for the sound of moaning and healing made by wounded soldiers by healers.

The man turned to the blonde haired girl. His face softened just slightly.

"Are you alright?" He asked. His voice deep and smooth as thunderclouds.

She nodded, staring up at him. His hands reached out and gently brushed a strand of her hair from her face. Sparks danced along her skin at the touch. Her breath hitched. Her lips parted, but no words came.

He smiled, a charming almost boyish expression.

"You're very beautiful."

She blinked her heart skipping a beat "Thank you." She whispered

He opened his mouth to speak again when-

"LUCIAN!"

A commanding voice cut through the air like blade. His expression immediately shifted. Stone cold and unreadable.

Without a word he turned walking into the mist and smoke towards the voice leaving her in a daze.

She stood frozen, her hand touched her face where he had touched, her heart racing.

Although the chaos still raged in the kingdom, for one breathless second... all she could think of was him.

She whispered his name like a secret

"Lucian."