Offered to the Lycan King by Misha K
Chapter 219
Pulling his hoodie up, Ranger walked towards the Dark Moon pack territory after hiding his jeep in the dense forest that surrounded it. His eyes went to the imposing castle and the dim lights of the town that was sprawled lazily around it. The fog swathed parts of the town and the castle. “So this is where that bastard is hiding,” he muttered as he followed an old trail that he had discovered on the map which was on the south side of the town. He crossed an ancient, dilapidated draw-bridge that must have been used as the town entrance in ancient times. A weathered wooden plate which carried the royal insignia of a Lycan looking at the moon read something in ancient language.
Though he had murderous rage frothing inside him, it was a contrast to the hustle and bustle of the pack. Members were lively and teeming with energy. A few blocks later as he made his way towards the castle, he saw razed down shops and gutted buildings. A few shifters were protesting about the silence of the Alphas. New reporters buzzed around. As he gleaned around the crowd, he couldn’t miss people talking about the tournament that would be held for the h*and of Princess Keya who would be turning eighteen the next day.
Despite the curiosity that rang inside him like a church bell, he ignored it and strode to the task at h*and. He had to find and k*ill the bastard who k*illed his Beta, his friend, his only family. But for that he also had to find out who that shifter was. He was going to k*ill him and then he would go to the castle and wipe out that entire family starting from Princess Keya.
“Alpha Ranger!” Vera’s rasped voice sounded from behind. He came to stand by his side, winded and wheezing. “How could you leave me and come alone, risking your life?”
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He grunted as he moved forward, his muscles rippling beneath his shirt. “Stay in the shadows,” he instructed. He noticed a pub on the left about fifty meters ahead which was bustling with activity. This was the place where he could find information from drunken wolves or demons. He took out two small bottles of green potion. H*anding one to Vera, he said, “Drink it. It will mask your smell.”
They entered the pub and while Vera made his way to the pool table, Ranger sat at the bar. “One neat McCallan,” he said to the bartender, a Lycan. The pub was filled with raucous laughter and loud music.
The bartender smiled and after giving him the whiskey, walked out of the counter. A young, petite girl replaced who blushed when she saw Ranger. “Hi!” she waved at him.
Though Ranger knew very well about such girls and the effect he had on them, he didn’t reply to her. Ignoring her, he scanned the bar while drinking. He finished it in one go.
The girl came nearer to him and said, “Would you like something else?”
“One more,” he replied gruffly.
When she h*anded him another one, she said, “I am Ginger.”
He sipped the whiskey, l*icked his l*ips and c*ocked his head. He knew that the girl was now completely s*educed by him. “Ginger, I have something to ask you. Can you answer me?”
She fluttered her eyelashes with disbelief and excited as hell. “Sure!”
“Do you know that two days back a wolf was lynched to death?”
Her l*ips downturned as a feeling of sadness crawled over her face. “I know,” she replied in a low voice. “It was such an unfortunate incident.” She sighed as she started wiping the bar counter with a wet wipe.
“Who k*illed him?” he asked, trying his best to sound casual and s*exy.
Ginger closed the gap between them. She dropped her voice and said, “I heard that it was a group of the bear shifters who did it. And-” she looked around cautiously. “I also heard that Ethan, nephew of Alpha Torben, was involved in that mindless k*illing.” She tsked. “I just hope that it all stops.”
“It will stop,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Soon.”
“And the gr*apevine is that Princess Keya has this huge crush over Ethan,” she giggled. “But her parents are organizing a contest of Alphas.”
He swallowed his whiskey slowly. “Has any Alpha come considering the situation?”
“I don’t know much,” Ginger said. “But I heard people gossiping that they have sent invitations to the most eligible Alphas.”
“I see,” he said in a boring voice. He took out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and slipped it to her. But before she could pick it up, he pinned it. He added another hundred-dollar bill to it. “If you will tell me where I can find Ethan right now, this is yours.”
Her excitement grew higher as she looked at two hundred dollars in front of her. No one offered this kind of a tip and that too for such a stupid information. “He lives in the northwest of the pack in Oberon locality, but-” she giggled again. “I saw him going towards the castle while I was coming here. I am sure he had gone to see the princess.”
Ranger released his grip from the dollars. He got up arrogantly, signaled Vera to come out and headed towards the exit. Things were only getting easier. He was going to k*ill both Ethan and the princess in one lethal stroke. Revenge served cold.
“I am going to the castle,” he said to Vera.
“What? No Alpha!” Vera hissed. “That place has a web of guards. I’ve heard that their Gamma, Asher, is one of the best gammas as far as security is concerned.”
He didn’t answer and trudged forward.
“Please Alpha! Listen to me.”
But Ranger’s walk had turned into a sprint. Vera had no other option but to follow his Alpha. As they made their way towards the castle, Ranger circled the whole premise and came to stand in front of a rusted iron gate with spikes. A guard stood there. Before the guard could even look at him, he snapped his n*eck. Vera gritted his teeth as he dragged the guard to the interior of the woods. Yes, that was what he was meant to do—clear his Alpha’s deeds after him.
Ranger gripped the rusted bars and pulled them apart using his brute strength, making a way for them that was enough to squeeze inside.
“You stand here,” he said to Vera. “If I don’t return in an hour, leave. Go back to Shadow pack immediately. Is that understood?”
“Yes Alpha, but please keep your mind link open,” Vera replied in a jittery voice.
As he ran in the cover of the midnight towards the castle, he saw several guards patrolling on the outside. The whole palace was shrouded in darkness barring two rooms on the top floor and one on the ground floor. He ducked in the shadows, took out another bottle of potion and drank it. Taking a deep breath in, he trudged ahead, keeping himself to the dark shadows of the trees and the castle walls. The smell that emanated from him was like that of forest washed after rains. Soon he was in an abandoned corridor that led him inside the main hall.
Ranger halted, his senses on full alert as a faint smell of melting chocolates. He walked through the main hall, as the cold in his heart turned into an inexplicable tension. His wolf wanted to surface. He clenched his fists h*ard to tamp him down.
His wolf made him rush through the halls and corridors like a ghost towards the source of the smell. Even though he had a target at h*and, he felt compelled to explore it. In a few minutes he found himself standing in front of the door of a room. The scent was stronger here, and now it was mixed with that coffee brewing in the morning. His wolf was growling inside him, trying to surface, pushing him to go inside. Sound of soft, even breaths came from inside that lulled his frayed nerves. His eyes dropped to a half mast and he quietly opened the door.
Inside, he walked through the small antechamber, closer to a bedroom. He entered the bedroom, stepping on the rug, easing closer to a canopy bed only to find a petite female with an elven face, sleeping… her golden hair spilled over the pillow.