Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)
*As you wish, my Queen,” I answer.
So which is it, you don’t have the archives I have requested or you don’t want to hand them over? Either way Alpha, you seem to find yourself in a direct violation of Lycan law and your next answer determines the severity of your punishment,” she says staring at them both. I had no doubt Trey was feeding her laws through the mind link. Both Alpha’s stumble ove themselves to answer.
What we meant is that we haven’t dug them out. We weren’t aware of your arrival of the King’s. If you come back in a few days, we could have them ready.” Alpha Dean answers her.
7f I wanted you to dig them out and remove any incriminating evidence, we would have called prior. But seeing as your pack is under investigation for the mistreatment of rogues, I don’t want you handling any such evidence or give you a chance to get rid of it completely.” she tells him
“Mistreatment of rogues, my Queen. Whatever happened with Mrs. Daley, I assure you, your King has seen to her punishment,” Alpha Dean tries to say. She ignores his rambles.
“I would also like to see my files and Abbie’s. So if you could point me in the direction of your basement, that would be very helpful,” she says. Alpha Brock glances at his father before motioning down the hall, looking very ticked off he was being ordered around by her.
Azalea follows them to the stairs and up the corridor at the side before stopping at the door next to the steps. Alpha Brock opens the door and glances at his father.
“May we ask what you are looking for exactly? Most of the files down here are outdated and have nothing of use to anybody,” he asks, and Damian answers.
“What we are here for is of no concern to you. She told you already. So if you would step aside,” Damian says.
“We can show you down. It will be easier if we help, and…” Azalea growls, and her aura has him pressing against the wall.
“You heard my Beta. Now step aside, Alpha.” she sneered, the last word glaring at him, daring him to speak against her. He swallows. The charged air around her was so thick and angry I fought to remain where I was. Now that’s my Landeena Queen! The Alpha quickly stepping away from her and Liam goes down first to check the place before signally it was clear.
Azalea looks at me and opens the mind-link again and I knew she was waiting for permission. “Go on. If you want to take over, I won’t stop you,” I tell her and she quickly steps inside and starts descending down the steps. I stroll past the Alphas when Alpha Dean stops me.
“Are we in trouble, my king?” he asks.
“That’s for her to decide,” I tell him before following after my mate.
– Azalea POV
Stepping into the basement, the place was stacked to the ceiling with boxes of files, no order, nothing, just boxed and stacked. I did not know what I was looking for, and I had no clue where to even start. Damian comes up behind me, leading me to a table in the center and flicking a small lamp on.
“I’m sorry I stuck my nose in. It made me mad when I saw them,” I admitted to him. I was unsure where my bravado came from, but seeing my old Alphas ticked me off, and I hated how they made me feel lower than dirt, and I wanted to return the favor.
“No, you did well,” Damian says when Kyson comes down the steps. I waited to see if he was mad that I kind of just took over when I was supposed to remain in the car with Trey. I wasn’t supposed to step foot in here at all. Yet when he came down the last step, he had a silly smile on his face as he strolled over to me.
“Ah, this will take forever,” Liam growls, rifling through boxes. Kyson comes over, places his hands on my hips, and buries his face in my neck. But Liam was right. This would take days to go through.
“So, what do you want to do now?” Kyson asks, and I look up at him.
“Pardon?” I whisper.
“You’re in charge, boss. So what now?” he asks, brushing his nose across my cheek. I gasp, looking around. Kyson purrs behind me before tapping my hip with his hand and wander about the huge basement before stopping having no clue, it would take days…
“Can we take them?” I ask Kyson, and he nods.
“For real, my Queen? You want me to cart all these boxes up?” Liam whines, jutting out his bottom lip and pointing to Trey, “He wants to do it,” Liam whispers, and I chuckle.
“No, I…” I press my lips in a line. There were hundreds of boxes down here. I look up at Kyson, and he shrugs, not offering any help.
“You’re in charge, and I’m not helping. So what are you going to do, my Queen?” Kyson says, and I peer back around the room. They wouldn’t fit in the cars. There were too many. I glance at the steps leading up before walking past Kyson and back up the steps to the main house. Alpha Dean and Alpha Brock stood by the doors, looking terrified of the two guards beside them. Seeing them ground my gears, the humiliation of being put on that podium in front of the entire town square while they threw stuff at us made my blood boil as I remembered the last time I saw them.
“Have you got a trailer?” I ask them. They both shake their heads.
“Find one,” I tell them.
“You want us to find a trailer?” Alpha Brock asks, looking at his father.
“Don’t look at him. Find a trailer, I said.” I snapped, and he growls, the noise cutting off when I growl back at him. Only mine was a lot louder, and the power behind it almost made me gasp and jump before I contained those urges of shock. I felt the power ooze out of me, my aura coming out like a shield and suffocating the Alphas.
“You will find a trailer and attach it to the car. Then you will come back here, and you and your father will cart every box and piece of paper from that basement and stack them in it.” I tell them.
“Every box?” Alpha Dean says.
“Are you hard of hearing, Alpha Dean? Do I need to repeat myself?” I asked him, and he shook his head. Turning to the guards beside them, I dropped my aura and spoke to them.
“Make sure they bring every box up. And if they miss one, K**l Alpha Brock,”
“Yes, my Queen,” they nod, and one smiles like he would enjoy that job. I go to leave when I pause to see Kyson leaning against the wall.
“Oh, and once they have attached the trailer, they have 18 minutes to cart them up,” I tell the guards.
“18 MINUTES!” Alpha Brock exclaims.
“Yes. Because 18 years is a wonderful age to k**l innocent rogues, so I give 18 minutes to cart those boxes up.” I tell him.
“And if we don’t complete it in that timeframe?” Alpha Dean asks.
“I suggest you get it done, and you won’t have to find out,” I tell him before turning on my heel and walking out.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?