Alpha King's Brutal Love

Chapter 39

Farrell's POV

I put my sword in the sheath and attach one more to the horse I am about to mount. I need to get to the introductory gathering of The board of supernaturals before it's late. Well, I am already fashionably late but it's still alright.

But something in me is worrying me. It's the uncontrollable urge to know who's hurting Aylee. I often catch another scent on her that's not hers. These days it's appearing to be more masculine than I thought. It's not Rowan's as well. Not Felix's either because I did meet him too, and I knew the scent was different.

That's bugging me more than I give it the credit for. Sebastian walks into my room telling me that Meghan wrote him back, saying the Canons will be delivered by tomorrow. Because they are heavy things and a separate mode of transport is supposed to be used for that.

That doesn't bother me. However I am not going to use those cannons. I just asked Sebastian to send the letter to Meghan for them, just so he would stop doubting my intentions.

The Full Moon is tonight. So Aylee will shift to her wolf for the first time. And by the time I come back from the gathering with the supernatural board tomorrow morning, she will recognise me as her mate. The war will come to a end.

I have no interest in conquering her pack anymore. It's her that I want to conquer. As long as she is by my side, I don't want anything to do with her pack. She can rule it or merge it or anything else. It's purely her choice. I wouldn't even lay a finger on her territory.

"Is there anything else you need to do before you leave to get yourself a Royal crown?" Sebastian smiles at me.

"As much as I love the crown, I just want to be late," I told him and he understood the knack I have for being late. I was always late for everything. Sometimes I am late just because I want to, not because of some emergency or whatever kept me late.

"Send a messenger and let Alpha Aylee know I wish to talk to Arya once. To see how she's doing," I tell Sebastian and he looks at me, confusion drawing into him but he does that nonetheless.

I sit in my tent and wait for Arya to come. I can't talk this out and give way for spies to listen and give the information to whomever it concerns them. And almost twenty minutes later, Arya finally walks in.

She looks much healthier and happy after she went with Aylee into her pack. Looks like Aylee did keep her promise of taking care of Arya.

"Alpha," Arya bows to me, with a smile that I had never seen on her face.

"Look at you. So healthy and beautiful," I say, making her smile even wider as she nods.

"Alpha Aylee is treating me like a sister. Even her family is nice. I've made friends too," Arya tells me and it makes me happy that sending Arya to The Moon Set Pack made a difference. And also shows a lot that Aylee is making sure no one discriminates against one another just because of their gender. That's a bold thing to do and I'm proud of her.

"I need you to tell me something, Arya" I say and she suddenly has a straight face, trying to listen to what I'm about to ask her.

"I know someone is always around Alpha Aylee. I keep catching that scent on her. It's not her Beta. It's not her father either. Who's that?" I ask Arya and she just stares at me.

She is contemplating if she should tell me that or not and I am growing impatient by the minute.

"I thought you said you were loyal to your Alpha," I say and she nods.

"I am now under the roof of The Moon Set Pack making Aylee my Alpha," Arya answers and I stand there stunned.

"Oh pardon me for making a mistake. I thought I was the one who sent you. I am not dead. And I am not defeated either. I guess I am still your Alpha. And your Alpha demands you to tell me what you saw," I ask Arya and she just stares back at me without answering the damn question.

"That's very personal, Alpha" Arya says, making me raise an eyebrow.

"I do want to tell you. But I cannot. Because it's not my place. Alpha Aylee is going through a turmoil over there and me giving you her personal information will only strip her off the little happiness she has now," Arya says.

The morals this girl has are way too high, now that I see it. No wonder she is Alpha blooded. Most Alpha blooded heirs have their morals lost because of all the power pressure they get. But since Arya never had the power pressure, she somehow secured her morals.

Now I don't know what else I have to do, but nod at what Arya said. Aylee is going through a turmoil apparently. And something, rather someone is keeping her happy. Arya doesn't want to strip Aylee off her happiness and I guess I understand that.

I dismiss Arya and she walks away without saying a word. I walk out a minute later and get on my horse. I give Sebastian the last minute orders before riding off in the direction of the no man's land.

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It took me a while to get there but I did get to the place before sunset. I stopped for a while just so my horse could catch a breath. Even though I am here at the no man's land, I see nothing. No one. Forget about the gathering, I don't see a soul.

But that's when a girl dressed in black, appears before me out of thin air. I don't even flinch and she bows to me, before extending her hand towards me.

I contemplate taking that for a moment, but she only steps forward. She doesn't say anything and I take a moment, noticing her appearance.

She looks awfully pale. Her lips are sewed together. Her ears are pointy and the tips are turning up as if they are staring at the sky. Her hair is like a mane of a lion and she is literally dressed in all black.

I take her hand anyway and before I know, we both are disappearing together. I know it because the no man's land I saw around me earlier started to fade away and I see the introductory gathering happening around me.

So this is how they planned it. In discrete. So no one would know and we all would be safe. And safety according to their terms is apparently being invisible.

There are claps and cheers as soon as everyone's eyes land on me. The girl who held my hand and brought me here, let's go of my hand. She bows to me and just like that, she disappeared again.

"Welcome, Alpha Farrell," a woman in her thirties welcomes me.

But her eyes are red. Tells me she is a vampire. People love to call us enemies but it's only dependent on what we call each other. I have no problem with them, but I will have one if they try to ruin my race.

"Thanks," I say and take her extended hand, as I get off my horse and walk forward.

Before me are around thirty people and there are tables scattered everywhere. There is food, wine and every good thing I could possibly think of. And I get a ton of scents hitting my nostrils right now.

I don't know what race it is, but they stink. Maybe I'll eventually find out about that.

"I am Carol, the Queen of Vampires," she introduces herself and I smile at her.

"You certainly are charming like they said," Carol says. Who said what?

"I am Ken, the ruler of Fae kingdom," a man who is by far the most handsome, next to me of course introduces himself.

Later on everyone here introduced themselves and I just smiled at them. I guess there's no need for my introduction since they are all waiting for me anyways.

Just when I was seated at one of the tables with Carol, Ken and Samuel, a group of girls appeared out of nowhere again. Samuel is the king of weredragons by the way. He is almost the same age as me. The weredragons still have the rule of monarchy so he didn't have to earn the title. The title of King was just passed down by his father.

I see the girls walking to each of the people sitting here today. I look at Carol in confusion hoping she would tell me why they are here.

"Oh these girls are the slaves to The board of supernaturals. One slave girl is assigned to each one of the royals who is a part of the board. And you have yours," she smiles at me, and gets back to eating a piece of her cake that she served herself on her plate.

I look around, trying to understand what they do with these slaves. And I spotted two horny men already having their slaves on their laps and fingering them. I cringe at that and take a look at ladies. Few ladies ordered their slaves to massage them and few more were just letting them stand behind them or sit at their feet.

What the f**k is this tradition? And who even invented it? Were they in their right mind when they did?

I look at my slave and she has a straight face, as she looks ahead. She doesn't even blink at a normal pace. She is probably blinking once every minute and her eyes are so firm on the small statue she focused on, which is straight in front of her. I guess she shouldn't have met eyes with me.

I see Carol throwing a piece of cherry on the ground, and asking her slave to eat it without using her hands. That made my stomach churn in disgust. By now everyone is doing something or the other with their slave and mine is just standing behind me. A leash around her neck as if she is a pet and not a person.

"What's your name?" I ask her and she looks at me for a split second before fixing her gaze on the statue again.

"I don't have one," she says and I am stunned.

"Your parents?" I ask her and she glances at me for a second again. But this time a split second longer than before.

"I don't know. As far as I can remember, I was trained to be the slave to the board of supernaturals, your Highness," she bows to me and looks ahead again.

So basically all these girls were brought when they were too young to remember where they came from. And then they were trained to be pets to the supernatural board. Which is insane and the most cruel thing I have ever witnessed.

"You can name your slave," Samuel whispers and I look at him, surprised.

"I named mine Henrietta," he says again, and asks her to lick the food crumbs off his fingers.

I thought he somehow would be the nice one but turns out he inherited such habits from his father.

I look at the girl behind me again. She is almost the same age as Arya. I don't understand this gender discrimination everywhere. Because I don't find a single man slave either, for me to understand that it might be a protocol. They are all girls. How and when did the world fall so low?

I lost my appetite after seeing this and Carol seemed to notice it.

"You'll eventually get habituated, King Farrell," Carol says and I shake my head, challenging her to say another word.

I look at Ken to see his slave girl is standing behind him too. He hasn't passed his orders yet but I think he will, soon. But what shocked me the most was when he asked his slave to grab an empty plate. She did and he shared his food with her. Carol simply rolled her eyes but I guess that's kind of him to do so.

I asked the girl behind me if she was hungry but she didn't answer. But when I asked her to get herself a plate, she didn't object either. That's when I knew she was indeed hungry. Instead of sharing what's on my plate, I asked her to go to the food table and get whatever she wanted. But she didn't leave.

"The slaves are forbidden to touch the food meant for Royals," Carol says and I huff.

I walked with her to the food table and asked her what she wanted. She didn't answer to me so I filled her plate with a bit of everything. I noticed what she ate fast and what she didn't touch until the end, only to swallow it without even chewing. Probably that was what she didn't like.

"Is the name Katherine okay with you?" I ask her and she tells me it's okay by her. So I named her Katherine. Her hair is just as black as mine. Both Katherine and Ken's girl looked at each other and even though they didn't smile, I bet they silently told each other that they somehow got lucky.

"What's her name?" I asked Ken and I decided Ken is the only normal one here.

"Iris," Ken says. Okay that's not bad too.

Ken and I then talk about his kingdom. He invited me over sometime and I gladly accepted the invitation. Once I make sure I get the situation under control and become the leader of the supernatural board, the only one I'll let in my inner space will be Ken. The first I'll kick out will be Samuel. He is licking the strawberry cream off of Henrietta's face and it's starting to get annoying at this point.

Once the feast is done, I was asked to stand and I did. That's when everyone clapped for me once again and I was asked to talk and give an introduction about myself. So I guess that was why they didn't ask me about it earlier when they introduced themselves.

"Well, I guess you already know me so I am going to make my introduction a little short," I pause and look at everyone. I forgot half the names of people here. And I don't plan on recalling either. Assholes these all are. Pure born and bred assholes.

"I am Farrell, a werewolf. Originally the Alpha of The Nightfall Pack. And I conquered every pack but one in the last few months. Something that one would be proud of but I know I am destined to do so, so I take pride only in me," I say and they all smile, and clap once again.

"So the one pack that's left, why didn't you conquer it still?" One of them asks and I debated if I should tell them if that's my mate's pack or not.

"I'm just waiting for the right time," is all I could mutter.

"Or we can just lend you our forces and you can wipe the pack out entirely. You will be the sole ruler of the werewolves then. The title is yours with or without conquering that pack anyways," Carol says this time.

"No thanks. I don't need any forces to help me. I guess I got it under control," I say and they don't seem to be pleased when I say I don't need their help.

Logically speaking, I didn't conquer all the packs with their help either. So I can do this on my own and once I really get things under control, after Aylee's shift I will return again and declare myself a ruler by sheer will and they would have nothing else left but to bow.

"Or maybe we can wipe that pack for you and give it to you. So you can visit us again, as a complete Royal," Samuel says and the more I see that boy, the more I want to punch him in his face and wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

Even after saying those words, he simply started acting like he didn't say anything at all and proceeded to smear some of the chocolate cream this time, on his fingers asking Henrietta to lick it off. I am seriously concerned for his people at this point. Is he really their king?

"I appreciate that you people are trying to help me, but like I said," I pause and look at them again,"I don't need it"

"You are making us question our own decision, Farrell," Carol says and her tone is changing from friendly to something I don't want to put my finger on.

"Well, what's the question anyways? If I am fit to be the King or not?" I ask them and they all stay silent. So I take a step back before asking my next question.

"How many of you here earned the title of a Royal without that, being passed down by your predecessors," I asked them and no one raised their hands.

"Well, now I am starting to think if you are all eligible to even be here in the first place," I mutter and I hear Ken chuckle under his breath.

"Anyways, I guess I have far more important things to do than sit here and watch you make your slaves lick the nastiest of things, but I hope to see you soon again," I say and walk towards my horse.

Just when I got on my horse, the girl dressed in black appeared and Katherine was walking towards me as well. The look on Carol's face is different and I have a hunch that she would come after Aylee just to spite me.

"And yeah, if any of you even touch a hair on Alpha Aylee's head.. I guess you'll learn the harsh way to obey something when I say it," I say.

Not only did I say that, but I meant it too. If they come after Aylee, they will all be dead in no matter of time.