Chapter 22 – Destined to Mate the Lycan King

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Stephen POV

I ran all night only stopping for food, water, and restroom breaks. I made my way to the Southern castle territory lines. When I crossed over the castle territory lines midmorning my presence was known immediately and I was surrounded within a few minutes by several Lycan forces close to the King. I knew I had done wrong but Dexter had been my best friend. I warned him and told him I wasn’t comfortable but he ended up getting his way. I shifted back into my human form as to show I am not posing as a threat to them or anyone.

Soon Dexter’s brother, the now King was present. He was angry and I bowed to him knowing if he wanted he could kill me right here right now.

“Rise.” He commanded and I did as he told me. “What are you doing here Stephen?” His voice was laced with hatred.

“King Brent please allow me to give you exactly what you want.” I offered.

“What is it that I want?” He countered.

I inhaled and paused before speaking my loyalty to Dexter holding me back for a moment. Although now that I crossed into the Castle territory it would of been too late “To offer up where your brother Dexter is along with the kidnapping crimes of the future Northern Territorys future Queen and the murder of King Randolph of the Northern Territory. All linking back to Dexter who has killed your father and is attempting an assassination against the now King of the Southern Territory, you, King Brent.” I looked at him and never let my eyes drift from his. I could read every expression that crossed his face. Sadness, shock, and more than the others anger. I heard his breathing change and his fingers clenched and balled into a fist by his side.

“Very well, come with me. We have many things to discuss it seems.” He responded and I let out a breath of air I didn’t know I held in.

We walked inside the castle walls and inside, making our way into his office.

“What do you want in return for this information?” King Brent asked as he sat down behind his desk, motioning for me to sit. I sat, gladly my body aching from the overnight and morning run.

I shrugged my shoulders “Immunity from the crimes your brother forced upon me, being his right hand man and of a higher rank than my own Lycan I was forced to comply. With this I will tell you everything, all of his plans for the future and what he has done.” I crossed my arms over my chest and watched the King contemplate before I broke the silence “And of course hot food and a bed for rest.”

He nodded and leaned for a pen and a pad of paper. “Very well, let us begin.”

I gave him everything I even threw that girl Sarah and that stupid wolf Ryder under the bus. King Brent wanted names, and I gave them to him. I started from the beginning and led up until this morning.

“He plans on trying to overtake the Northern Territory after assassinating you and the Northern King.” I leaned back in my seat and watched anger and rage flow through him.

“So it was my brother who killed our father? Tried to kill me?” He slammed his fist into the desk. “Thank you for the information, where is he keeping her?”

“The costal beach house. He has about two hundred men scattered throughout there on guard. Where he found them, I do not know. It’s a mixture of Lycans and wolves.” I offered.

“I see. Well thank you. You may go I have many phone calls to make. Stay close, I am going to need you.” He looked up from his pad of paper.

He was already dialing a number and whoever was on the other end picked up and sounded angry as the door shut behind me. I felt a pang of guilt as I walked away from the Kings office. I was met by a small framed woman and led to a room. I walked in and food was set up and a nice bed with an attached restroom so I could clean up.

I ate, cleaned myself up and collapsed on the bed. I ended up falling asleep for a few hours before a knock was on the door. When I opened it, King Brent was on the other side.

“I hope you are well rested because I got in touch with King Everest and we are meeting him at our boarders. Also you need to tell me where that wolf is.” He demanded.

“Which wolf?” I asked.

“The one who murdered King Randolph.” He responded.

“Oh he is in a hideout at the beach house, he plans on going back to his pack but wanted to lay low.” I offered freely.

“Thank you.” He already had his phone out and I assumed texting King Everest. When he put the phone away we left together with a large amount of warriors by our side and behind us. I was thankful to now be on this side of the fight.

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