Chapter 3 I WANT REVENGE

LUMINARIA COVEN

Deep within the mist-shrouded forest, Luminaria's coven stood hidden, its wooden structure blending seamlessly into the surrounding trees. The building's facade was adorned with glowing, ethereal lanterns that pulsed with a soft, blue-green light.

The 13 witches of the coven sat in a semicircle, their faces illuminated by the flickering flames of a massive fire. The air was heavy with anticipation, and the witches' eyes were fixed on their leader, Aria.

Aria cleared her throat, her voice low and ominous. "I see trouble ahead," she warned, her words sending a shiver down the spines of her sisters.

The witches exchanged nervous glances, their faces etched with concern. "The destiny chosen for them is not a smooth one," Aria continued, her brow furrowed with worry.

Kaida, the youngest witch and a gifted diviner, spoke up, her voice trembling slightly. "What can we do to help?"

Aria's expression turned grim. "Nothing can be done except to prepare for the darkness that is to come," she said, her eyes gleaming with a knowing light.

Piper, the witch known for her ritual expertise, spoke up, her voice laced with emotion. "Why is destiny so cruel?"

Aria's gaze snapped to Piper, her eyes blazing with anger. "How dare you question the will of destiny?" she thundered.

Lylah, Piper's best friend and a skilled shape-shifter, quickly intervened, falling to her knees. "Forgive her, my queen," she begged.

Ophelia, a witch with the talent for dream walking and astral projection, muttered to herself, her voice barely audible. "I hope history won't repeat itself."

Aria's gaze narrowed, her voice rising. "Destiny cannot be repeated," she declared.

The coven fell silent, the only sound the crackling of the fire. Aria's words hung in the air, heavy with portent.

Finally, Aria spoke again, her voice ringing out across the coven. "The change that the kingdom needs is about to begin. My sisters, prepare to fight."

With that, Aria turned and disappeared into the inner chambers, leaving the coven to ponder her words.

FANGORIA KINGDOM

Two weeks had passed since Alpha Kane's departure, and the kingdom was in disarray. The killer activity had increased daily, and the people lived in fear. Lykon, the acting Alpha, had only made things worse. He had embezzled funds, throwing extravagant parties and acquiring new concubines every week.

The elders, fed up with Lykon's treachery, decided to meet with him to discuss the way forward.

MEETING HALL

The grand doors of the meeting hall swung open, and Lykon strode in, flanked by two concubines. The elders stood in reverence, but their eyes betrayed their discontent.

Lykon made his way to the front of the hall, his concubines by his side. "All hail the Beta Alpha Lykon!" the herald announced, his voice echoing off the walls.

The elders exchanged uneasy glances. One of them, Elder Thompson, stepped forward. "May we remind you, Lykon, that the sacred hall is not a place for concubines?"

Lykon's face darkened. "How dare you question my authority?" he snarled, his voice dripping with malice.

Just then, the queen entered the hall, her presence commanding attention. Lykon's eyes narrowed, but he remained silent.

"Who do you think you are to usurp my son's position?" the queen demanded, her voice firm but controlled.

Lykon's face paled, and he bowed reluctantly. "I...I apologize, Your Majesty."

The queen's gaze was unyielding. "Take your...companions and leave this hall. From now on, I am in charge."

Lykon's face twisted in anger, but he knew better than to defy the queen. He bowed again, this time more deeply, and backed out of the hall, his concubines in tow.

The elders watched him leave, their faces etched with relief.

The queen gestured to the elders. "You may take your seats, my elders."

The elders bowed respectfully before taking their seats.

"We have gathered to discuss the recent string of murders plaguing our kingdom," one of the elders began. "Our information suggests that the killer is a rogue who derives pleasure from taking lives."

The queen's expression turned somber. "But why does he target only our people?" she asked, her brow furrowed in concern.

One of the elders spoke up, breaking the silence. "I believe the killer seeks something."

The queen's eyes narrowed. "What could he possibly want?"

The elder's response sent a chill through the hall. "Revenge."

The queen's confusion was evident. "Revenge against whom?"

The elder's words hung in the air like a challenge. "Against the kingdom."

The hall fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the elders and the queen.

LYKON ROOM

Lykon's face contorted in rage as he bellowed, "How dare that witch!" His anger boiled over, and he began to wreak havoc on his surroundings. Vases shattered, ornaments crashed to the floor, and the sound of splintering wood filled the air as Lykon slammed his fists against the wall. His hands began to bleed, but he didn't seem to notice.

The concubines cowered in fear, their eyes fixed on Lykon frenzied form. They exchanged nervous glances, their faces pale with terror. The air was heavy with tension as Lykon rage continued to build, threatening to consume him whole.

"I wish that stupid son would never come back," Lykon muttered to himself, his anger still simmering as he smashed more objects.

He turned to face the two concubines, his eyes blazing with fury. "What the hell are you still doing in my room?" he bellowed. "Get out!"

The concubines exchanged terrified glances before turning to flee in opposite directions, desperate to escape Lykon's wrath.

Lykon eyes blazed with ambition as he spoke in a low, menacing tone. "I will rule as the Alpha of Fangoria Kingdom, no matter the cost. If it means killing the rightful Alpha and that interfering Queen Mother, so be it. I will stop at nothing to claim the throne."

LYON TOWN, FRANCE

As the clock struck seven, Freya moved quietly to her wardrobe, her hands trembling slightly as she packed her clothes. She was determined to leave her mother's house, to escape the pain and agony that had haunted her for so long.

She had already spoken to a friend, who had kindly offered her a place to stay until she could gather enough money to leave France for good. The thought of never returning brought a mix of emotions: relief, sadness, and a hint of fear.

Freya's mind wandered back to the nightmares that had plagued her since childhood. She was determined to find answers, to uncover the truth behind the dark visions that had tormented her for so long.

With a heavy heart, Freya made her way downstairs, her eyes scanning the empty kitchen. She checked the time, her eyes lingering on the familiar surroundings she was about to leave behind.

The street outside was quiet, the only sound the soft rustling of Freya's bag and her steady breathing. She walked slowly, her eyes fixed on the horizon, hoping to catch a bus that would take her to her friend's house and a new beginning.

About an hour later, Freya arrived at her friend's cozy home. She climbed the steps slowly and rang the doorbell softly. After a brief wait, she heard the sound of footsteps and the twisting of the doorknob.

"Freya, you're here!" her friend exclaimed, greeting her with a warm smile.

Freya returned the smile weakly as she stepped inside. Her eyes wandered around the small but welcoming space, taking in the happy atmosphere.

"Come on, Freya, cheer up," her friend encouraged, noticing her somber mood. "Welcome to a new beginning! You're twenty now; you can't stay under your mother's roof forever."

Freya's voice was barely above a whisper. "Thank you."

Her friend smiled sympathetically. "Okay, come with me. I'll show you your room."

As they walked, Freya prayed silently that this new chapter would bring her favor, answers, and a chance to heal from her painful past.

After her shower, Freya returned to the small sitting room, where her friend was watching TV. She sat beside her, staring blankly at the screen as her mind wandered.

Her friend turned to her, setting her glass aside. "Freya, what's your plan now?"

Freya hesitated before responding, "I'll look for fun part-time jobs for now, until I save enough money to leave France."

Her friend nodded thoughtfully. "That will take years."

Freya sighed, resignation etched on her face. "I know, but I have no choice. I have no one to turn to, just my mother, and she...hates me. So, I'm on my own."

Her friend reached out, offering a comforting smile. "You're welcome to stay here as long as you need. It's fine."

Freya's eyes welled up with gratitude. "Thank you. That means a lot to me."

Her friend asked, "What about school?"

Freya's expression turned somber. "I'll have to quit for now. I can continue later, when I have enough money."

Her friend nodded understandingly. "Whatever you decide, I hope it brings you happiness."

Freya smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude toward her friend. "Thank you, once again."

FANGORIA KINGDOM

Alicia walked down the deserted road, her heart racing with every step. She had just closed up at work and was eager to get home. As she walked, she glanced over her shoulder, her senses on high alert. The street was empty, the only sound the echo of her own footsteps.

She crossed the road, her house just a few meters away. But as she walked, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind her. Her heart skipped a beat as she quickened her pace.

Please don't let it be him, she prayed silently, thinking of the notorious killer who had been terrorizing their town. Why had she stayed late at work?

Just as she was about to take another step, a figure emerged from the darkness. The killer stood before her, his menacing mask glinting in the faint moonlight. Alicia's scream pierced the night air as she fell to the ground, her heart racing with terror.

Alicia's mind racing, she thought of her husband, waiting for her at home, and their one-year-old baby. "Oh God, what have I done to myself?" she whispered, her eyes fixed on the killer.

She mustered her last shred of strength and slowly got to her feet. But just as she was about to make a run for it, the killer lunged at her, grabbing her hair and yanking her back down. Alicia's scream was cut short as she fell hard onto the ground.

In that moment, she knew it was over for her.

Alicia cowered, begging for mercy. "Please, I beg of you, don't kill me! Take all my money, take everything, just spare my life."

The masked killer loomed over her, his voice low and menacing. "You're a fine and wealthy lady. Why not let me indulge in both your body and your riches?"

Alicia pleas grew more desperate. "Please, don't kill me! Just take my money and leave! Please, have mercy!"

The masked killer's anger flared. "Shut up, you brat! You don't command me! Now, lie down!"

Alicia obeyed, shaking and crying as she flattened herself on the floor. "Please, don't hurt me... I just got married... please, have mercy..."

The masked killer sneered. "That makes you a refreshing treat, then." His voice dripped with malice as he pounced, tearing her mint-green dress.

The masked killer sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "I've heard Omegas are weak and defenseless." He revealed a silver knife, its blade glinting in the dim light. "This is your weakness, isn't it?"

He shone the knife directly into the lady's eyes, and she winced, feeling her strength ebb away. "Please...thank you," she whispered, her voice drowsy.

The masked killer chuckled. "You're already feeling weak from the silver knife's effect. That's right, you should be weak." He dropped the knife, his hands moving to tear her dress. Her exposed skin gleamed in the dim light.

The masked killer's eyes gleamed with lust. "Wow, you're beautiful," he breathed, his voice heavy with desire.

The masked killer's hand slid down Alicia's body, tracing a path from her breast to her hips. His touch made her skin crawl with revulsion. She closed her eyes, praying silently for salvation, for someone to intervene and save her from this nightmare

"Oh, my darling, I love your cooperation," the masked killer sneered, his hands still roaming over Alicia's body.

She wished she could transform to her werewolf form or mind link with her husband, but her attempts to blink out a message failed.

It was as if the killer was surrounded by a powerful, impenetrable force field that rendered her efforts useless. Alicia felt a wave of despair wash over her, tempting her to give in to her fate.

Just as all hope seemed lost, a pair of glowing red eyes appeared from the darkness of the bushes. The killer's head jerked up, his eyes locking onto the mysterious gaze.

In an instant, the killer vanished into thin air. The red eyes disappeared just as suddenly, leaving Alicia stunned and bewildered.

Gathering her last shred of strength, Alicia struggled to her feet and took off in a frantic sprint, desperate to escape the clutches of evil.

SOMEWHERE IN THE FOREST

Weeks of relentless searching had taken their toll on the king. His journey had traversed scorching deserts, dense forests, and vast wildernesses. Weary and worn, he guided his horse toward a sturdy tree, deciding to rest awhile.

"I'll head to the nearby villages tomorrow," he thought, "I'm in dire need of supplies – food, clothes

As he sat beneath the tree, his horse tied securely beside him, the king's thoughts turned to his mission. "I'll prove myself victorious," he whispered, determination etched on his face.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the king's eyelids grew heavy. He drifted off to sleep, his dreams transporting him to a familiar scene.

In his dream, he saw a lady standing before him, her back turned. Her skin was radiant, and her voice...he had heard that voice before.

"Find her, and you'll find the answer to your mission," the voice whispered, echoing in his mind.

The king's eyes fluttered open, his heart racing with a newfound sense of purpose.