Spurned Luna’s Return: On Your Knees, Alpha Chase

Falla Hills Road.

The custom jeeps sped along the lonely, tiled road, both sides had numerous trees, vegetation and hills as options to sightsee.

In the second jeep, sat Lavana and Phoenix in the back seat, communicating with each other by means of telepathy while Zyair was in the driver’s seat skillfully giving them a cosy ride, a catchy song playing on the stereo.

Suddenly, the jeep ahead of them halted without warning. Zyair stopped the vehicle too. A sort of uneasiness crept into his heart. It was understandable. The last time they stopped with the other ruined jeeps, they encountered some witch and later a sorcerer.

Zyair quickly got out of the vehicle and joined the other four men who had also gotten out of the vehicle ahead.

Reaching where they stood, arms folded with scowling expressions, Zyair saw five men seated on brown chairs eating and happily chatting in a language they didn’t understand.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Oliver requested as his frown deepened.

But none of the five strangers responded. Rather, the one with garnet-coloured hair cracked a joke while biting on a pizza slice. The other four giggled wildly, one even slapped his knee.

“Can you guys stop this? If you want to die, at least go do so elsewhere,” Rolandro spat in ire.

The one with garnet hair looked at them for the first time and got up from his chair. His clothes were casual clothes- a simple white shirt that had been stained and black shorts. He didn’t even bother to put on his sandals, “We found this place was the most suitable spot for enjoying our lunch. You are the ones who came bothering us,”

“Please, get these things off the road and let us pass. After that, we’ll help you arrange everything back to the way it was. Then you can go on enjoying your wait for doom,” said Mel.

“Actually, we’re not leaving, unless one of you comes with us. And no, don’t bother asking. It’s the Olmpha,” the one with garnet hair pointed out before sitting on his seat again, this time crossing his legs with leisure.

“Seriously!” Zyair blurted out. Yesterday was two people and hell, they caused a lot of damage. And now that of today were five! What’s with these evil wiz bloods? Why can’t they let Lavana be?

Lavana and her mate got out of the jeep and headed to where Rolandro and the rest stood.

Upon seeing the red-haired beauty, the garnet-haired man smiled, “It’s good that she’s compliant. I’m general Karlh from the dark wiz kingdom. Don’t worry, our king just wants to ask you a few questions,”

“Oh?” Lavana cocked her right eyebrow, “Okay. I’ll follow you. Let my packmates go. My mate and I are coming with you,” she said with a resolute face. Phoenix didn’t seem to have any objections either.

“You guys get in the vehicles. They will let you pass. And don’t worry, no one will bother you,” she said to Mel and the rest. They were hesitant at first but after some more persuasion they nodded their concurrence and split up to occupy the vehicles, the drivers had changed to Mel and his buddy.

After seeing the jeeps were out of sight, Lavana half-shrugged, “So, I’m all yours. I wonder what your kingdom looks like,”

“I bet it’s more contemptible than sh*t,” Phoenix added smilingly causing the other dark wiz bloods to scowl.

“You will pay dearly for your words, you idiot,” a blue-haired man spat, his face not concealing the fury he felt in his heart.

Phoenix brought out his empty pockets, “Sorry dude, I don’t have money to pay. Maybe when I get to ninety I might have something to give to you peasants,” he said with a rueful countenance.

“You…” General Karlh simply turned to face his subordinates and had them clean up the road.

Then he held hands with Phoenix who was already holding hands with his mate. A few seconds later, they all vanished.

***

Wyzeli-Syndi Landia

Imperial Palace’s throne room.

Lavana and her mate were made to kneel before the king who was trying his best not to pounce on them immediately.

“So your name is Phoenix,” he surprisingly asked her mate a question first.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Phoenix nodded.

“Do you know anyone else bearing your name?”

“Um… I know that I’m not the only one given this name. I’m pretty sure there are hundreds if not thousands of people bearing my name out there in the world,” Lavana’s mate casually responded.

The king nodded sagely, “Okay. So you know anyone called ‘Savage Lord’?”

“No, Your Majesty. There’s no Alpha that I know with that title or even the humans,”

“Alright, feed him to the snakes,” the king commanded.

“Aye, Your Majesty,” two guards chorused as they inched forward to drag Phoenix away.

“Your Majesty, what did I say wrong? I didn’t do anything wrong. Please decide fairly,” Phoenix cried, trying to free himself from the grip of these men to no avail.

The king harrumphed in scorn, “Alphas think they’re all and mighty, but before us, the truth never alters. Before even servants of ours, they are like weak chickens, ready to be preyed upon by the hawk,”

“Your majesty, please show mercy,” Lavana begged with a desperate look, her breath hurried, “Please, don’t feed my mate to snakes, I beg you,”

“Okay. I will do as you wish, young lady, if you answer my questions truthfully,”

“I will answer truthfully,” she nodded in reply.

“Good. Keep your mouth open,” the king ordered and she heeded.

With a flick of his fingers, a black foul-smelling pill was in her mouth and he told her to swallow it. Despite its awful taste, she forced herself to down the pill.

“Good. You know the use of that pill?” the king smugly questioned and she shook her head.

“No, Your Majesty, I don’t,”

“It’s a truth pill. If you make a false utterance of just one word, you will get the feeling of a thousand ants biting your heart,”

Lavana gulped upon hearing his words, “I’ll be truthful sir,”

King Drake took out a white scroll from his black spatial ring and threw it at her. She quickly caught it.

“Unroll it,” he ordered and she obeyed. Upon doing so, she saw the vivid painting of a spruce-haired, tall woman, wearing so much gold as if she was afraid no one knew she was rich.

Her dark blue lace laboured to highlight her shape and golden nail guards could be seen on all ten fingers. She had the look of conceit.

“She’s beautiful, your majesty. Is she your wife?” Lavana asked eagerly.

“You don’t know her?”

“I know she is pretty. I don’t know her name,”

“Answer my question, Olmpha!” the king barked causing Lavana to flinch and nearly drop the scroll.

“I… I… She does look familiar. I’ve seen her cutting trees one time,” Lavana answered fearfully.

“My wife, cutting trees?” the king furrowed his brows.

Lavana nodded, “She was really passionate about it. She… she wasn’t dressed like this,”NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“Are you answering my question properly or not?” the king’s sceptre appeared in his hand.

“Your majesty, I indeed know her,” Lavana nodded.

“Do you know that my beloved wife is dead?”

Hearing this, Lavana gasped, “What? That’s terrible. Who would do such a thing? Even if one looks abnormal, they’re still human-like. Why would anyone kill her?” Lavana looked tearful.

“Stop pretending, Olmpha. You and two other persons killed my wife and one more person joined hands with you three to kill another important figure in my kingdom,” the king said in rage.

“Your Majesty, I’m just an Olmpha who has no big connections. Why would you think so of me?”

“Guards, cut off her limbs, and throw her into the sea of lava. Do so to her mate’s body too,” the king commanded.

“No, please. I… I’ll confess,” Lavana rose and let out her long nine tails that weren’t shy to move about, “She was an annoying fly and so I sent her where she rightfully belongs- to hell. I killed your stupid wife,” she nodded smilingly before continuing, “Yeah. I killed her. Your people didn’t investigate well. I didn’t collude with anyone. I killed your wife and that old pig who long deserved death. I simply did the world a favour by getting rid of some pests. Why’re you unhappy, old man?” she shrugged.

Hearing her confess to the crimes without any ounce of shame or fear, the king’s fury reached new heights, “I’m going to make you spit out your allies’ names and lairs by the time I’m done with you,” he yelled, throwing his raisin-coloured sceptre towards her with great might. He was confident that she wouldn’t be able to dodge it. Either it pierces through her body or she attempts to hold it. Either way, she was doomed.

Surprisingly, she caught it smoothly and then studied it with interest, “Oh, this one’s a little bigger and weightier than hers. Let me see if it can be broken,” she muttered, carrying out her words by attempting to snap it in two.

The king was both dumbfounded and displeased.

It is well-known that no individual that wasn’t of wiz blood could hold the sceptre of a wizard. If one did, the backlash received would almost kill the person, depending on the rank. If the person was a nobody, there was just one outcome- instant demise!

But this young Olmpha actually held it with no backlash and the next thing was her attempting to break his cherished sceptre in his presence?

Impudence!