Alder's POV
I am Alder Volcik, the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have been king for more than 150 years. Lycans are known to be the strongest among species. We are created to protect the werewolves and to maintain balance among all kinds of supernatural species. We are immortal unless we have been beheaded and our hearts taken away at the same time. We heal faster than werewolves and way faster in speed, and a normal lycan can take down an Alpha.
Yes, we are powerful. That's why we try to be responsible and make sure that none of us over use our power to bully anyone of any kind of species. Once someone did that, he or she had to go on trial and the punishment was severe once he or she was proven guilty by the council.
As a royal, I have abilities that other lycans don't have and I have no intention of telling them that unless necessary. But I have used my ability many times in trying to find my mate.
I had been running the kingdom without my mate whom I had been waiting for ever since. But us lycans had a hard time finding our destined mates. None of the lycans I knew found theirs as soon as they turned 18, mostly they reached more than 300 years old before they could finally meet their soulmates. That's why many of us decide to get a chosen mate.
But I am not going to do that. I am willing to wait for mine even if it will take me a thousand years. I am not an angel, so yes, I have been with female lycans. Not for a relationship, but only for my release and they knew that. I was always clear that I was going to wait for my fated mate, so everything we did was pure s**. Being a Lycan myself, my urge for intimacy is way more intense than werewolves. But I tried to minimize that need as much as possible and I was careful not to make any of them pregnant. I will only have my heir with my mate and no one else.
"Alder," Lance my beta called me. I allow him to call me by name because he is my best friend and so is my third in command, Charles. We were in my office and he was talking about attending a luna ceremony in Raven Claw Pack in Canada. I didn't want to attend something like this because I am sure that everyone will be inviting me once they found out that I made time for the Raven Claw.
"What?" I asked lazily,
"You have to attend this because the Luna got her title by challenging the Alpha's fated mate." I looked at him. I can't believe that they were still doing something like that. I thought that kind of practice had been abolished many years ago. We can be destined for a weak mate, so strong werewolves or lycans can steal the mates of the weak ones, and the previous Lycan King who happens to be my father made a royal command about that. Challenges can only be made if the one to be challenged is found to be unworthy.
"Why did that happen?" I asked, now he got my attention and curiosity.
"The fated mate was known to be a sl*t and the challenger believed that she had no right to become Luna." he answered.
"So, the challenger is a virgin?" he looked at me and laughed along with Charles. "I mean if she is, then she has the right to challenge her. But if she's not, she is also not qualified to be Luna. The only difference is the number of wolves they had."
"We know that, but I think the Alpha himself didn't like his fated mate as well, that's why he let the challenge happen." Charles said,
"You know what was curious?" Lance asked with his serious face, "The fated mate is a gamma's daughter and yet she lost to an ordinary she-wolf." he added.
"Now, that sounds more interesting," I said, and the two of them nodded. Luna's ceremony will be held in two weeks' time, so I had to finish everything I needed to do to prevent my work from piling up once I returned. We will be leaving a week from now. I was planning to stay there for a week or so.
I decided to bring a few of my warriors along with my Beta, Lance. Charles didn't like going on such occasions, so I put him in charge while we were away. "I will be back as soon as I can, so make sure that everything is in order when that happen."