The Princess’s Broken Alpha

Arthur Reviere sighed leaning back in the large exquisitely designed chair decorated with fine gold painting.

The King had sent Lycans to scour every inch of the countryside only to learn that his daughter, only child and heir to the throne was missing. This wasn't something to be dealt with lightly. Sure others would think this is just a trivial thing, she is a woman after all and not a little girl, but this is the daughter of the king of beasts. Though Lycans rarely interacted with wolves and others outside of their community and were practically indestructible, he had too many enemies and anyone could try and use her to get to him. Therefore, this had to be approached discreetly. No one could know that the princess, his daughter was missing which made finding her a little bit more difficult. They'd have to pretend she was a regular Lycan and even that was a bit risky, but still paled in comparison to the truth.

He rubbed a thumb over the armrest staring at the two trembling, incompetent guards before him.

To anyone, the king would look calm and unassuming, but to those who knew him you knew this was a nerve racking game because behind the king's expressionless and calm facade could be anything when revealed.

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The two guards paled tremendously, looking down away from the Lycan king. How could they explain his daughters' absence? That she had disappeared right under their nose and on their watch. They were given the daily task of making sure she was safe and could be accounted for and now she was missing and here they were before the terrifying king.

They didn't dare to speak first and they made sure not look at the king straight on. It was a known rule as a sign of respect to not directly look at the royals, the king they made sure not to look at altogether.

Arthur Reviere couldn't believe it when he'd heard. That she'd dare to defy him and go against his rules. She was always well behaved and followed rules for the most part, but in this she would just not relent. He would not have it especially her mating with a regular wolf fated or not. She will mate with whoever he chooses, someone of power, that the council would approve of. The wave this would create in the Lycan and werewolf community if it was ever heard that his beloved daughter was mated to a werewolf. "You were tasked with making sure my daughter arrived safely to the Whitlock's house and back?" His voice was deep and cool like an early morning wave.

The bald Lycan guard swallowed nervously looking at the rich velvet carpet beneath his feet. "Yes, your grace"

"So where is my daughter?"

"Your grace." his voice shakes as he cowers before the king and he glances over at the other cowering Lycan guard beside him before giving his report. "We were there waiting at the gates as per code. We never saw her leave. When we knew she was gone was when the alarm was made by the Whitlocks. She got away by using a masking spray and using council man Richard's daughter."

The guard almost choked on the last of his words as he felt it. The king's aura spreads out around the room in a strong crippling wave and both men bared their necks in submission suffering painfully under the strength of their king's aura. The dark haired guard falls roughly on his knees from the impact grunting in pain and the other gripped the desk halfway there in agony.

The king of beasts still hadn't even moved from his relaxed position nor flexed a muscle.

"You were given a duty to carry out to guard the most valuable item in this palace which you have failed. If you cannot carry out this duty, then what is your purpose?"

The question hung in the air like a time bomb and the bald guard trembled fearfully and looked over at his companion.

The large doors opened and guards came marching in and they knew their death sentence had been written. They would be carried to the dungeons and in the next couple of minutes they'd be taking their last breaths.

The dark haired Lycan started begging, but it was no use as they were dragged out of the plush office by Lycans given the simple order to kill them.

Jackson side stepped the guards as he made his way to his uncle's office and raises his eyebrows at the waiting Castor Whitlock that was staring straight ahead pretending he didn't see him which was impossible with his red hair and build not to mention impeccable fine tailored clothes.

"Castor?!" he feigned surprise.

They had never gotten along. To be blunt he hated Castor ever since he had known him. There was just something about him that irritated him more than other people.

He plastered on his fake smile as he glanced at the Whitlock leaning against the wall in his cool and sleek manner.

"Jackson." Castor replied coldly as if his very name was venom not looking at the arrogant red haired nephew of the Lycan king.

Jackson was always dedicated to making his life hell.

He walked over closer to Castor in his crisp white shirt and sharply pressed navy blue pants ready to gloat. Jackson had always been insufferable at best. He clicked the metal piercing he had in his lip between his teeth looking dismally at Castor. Castor never knew how he actually got away with it, for Jackson it made him look edgy and cool and very unroyal.

"How did you manage to lose your meal ticket?" he asked snarkily.

Castor pretended not to hear him hoping he'd take the hint and would soon be summoned into the office and go away. But of course Jackson the asshole wouldn't go away.

"Do you not know how to read social cues Jackson?" he still didn't turn to look at Jackson knowing it must be irritating him that he wasn't acknowledging his presence.

The red headed giant dramatically rolled his eyes revealing a devilish smile.

"You're right. How is Cassidy?" he said charmingly.

Castor could feel all the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He knew. The fucker knew. He wish he'd never put his dick in her.

"Did she do the tongue thing where she-" he started to raise his voice loudly looking at the guards around.

"What do you want Jackson?!" Castor almost shouted irritatedly, barely containing his anger to turn and look at him.

"You know you should be groveling at my feet."

"And why is that Jackson?"

Here we go.

"Because here I am to clean up your mess and more importantly I am the future king. You can get your practice in from now on."

The vain son of a bitch. Of course, he'd be summoned to find her. He was one of the head Lycan hunters, his score impeccable. Castor had to give it to him, when it came to hunting, Jackson was gifted, too gifted. "Why would you be future king Jackson?"

"Well, if I go looking for her and the moon goddess forbids something had already happened to her. She does have a pretty neck it would be a shame if she broke it. Then I would get suitable backing seeing as I'm already royal"

A cold fear washed over Castor as he stared at the cold dead eyes of Jackson. Castor played it cool not letting Jackson know he had fazed him.

"If Jackson, if I don't find her and have her underneath me warming my bed."

Castor dreaded it all. He should have marked her even if by force. What kind of king was he looking to be if his mate had ran away from him? He couldn't even control her then how was he to look to control a whole kingdom. The King and council would not look at him favourably in light of this. He had to get her back and remind her where her place was.