The Alpha Queen and Her Rogue Kingdom

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

ELINA

I never imagined that arguing with Bastian again could become something so exhausting, I spent the rest of the day trying to control my anger, which is sometimes incredibly difficult to keep at bay, and since that fateful day my wolf has been much more present in my head, to the point that sometimes I feel unable to regain control of my own mind, something that has sometimes been useful, especially in the middle of a confrontation when my wolf's murderous instincts keep me safe, but in those situations where I need to maintain my sanity and she is struggling to get out, it is especially difficult to control my temper, or I should rather say, her temper.

Like today when I was arguing with Bastian, because if it had not been for the crying of Aiden and Alissa serving as my ground pole so as not to lose control in the face of my wolf's fury, it is likely that I would have transformed and attacked him right there and then, so our truce would have ended at the moment when my fangs had pierced his skin, dozens of people would die because of the war, and although my objective continues to be to regain the throne that by right belongs to me, I do not want any more people today, at least not more than those who have already perished since the start of this conflict.

And this has been one of the most discussed points with my uncle and the Red Army, because it took me a lot of work to convince them that we could do the same damage or even more without having to end more lives than had already been lost, my Uncle, although he was an experienced commander in war, he had lost a bit of the connection he had with reality and the rogue life had caught up with him little by little, as he is a bastard son of my grandfather, he does not have enough power that the blood of the alpha kings of my grandmother's family, combined with that of the Bloodmoon’s, which was one of the most powerful, granted my father, the only legitimate son of the regents, and that it was inherited by me.

So, my uncle never had enough power to unite all the survivors of the war, who had lived as Rogues for two decades, in order to organize and recover the kingdom that was taken from them along with their families.

Over time they began to see that my approach to the war was much more convenient for them, especially if we took into account that the most affected side of the conflict had always been them, they lacked organization, discipline, unity, training, and self-control, they needed a person who could teach them how to be a pack again, and once they all agreed and began to listen to my suggestions and see me as their leader, things began to change for the better between them who used to call themselves "the rogue army", and the castle in ruins along with the terrain around it, it was known as "the rogue kingdom", however, once they began to act again as a united group towards the same goal, it was decided to change the name and with it the mentality of all, who now depend on my strength and power to guide them in this endeavor.

And that is why things like what happened today cannot happen again, I cannot lose control or else I will ruin all the effort that we have made for months to achieve our goal, I must be able to stay calm when I am around Bastian, no matter what he says or does to me, I must not let my wolf surface when he is around or else, I might make a mistake.

After reaching this conclusion, I decided that the best thing would be to transform myself completely and go for a run in the forest to calm my wolf's emotions a bit, and let her get tired enough so that I can have a calm day tomorrow; However, when I had only been running for a few minutes as fast as my wolf's body allowed, I felt that I was not alone in the forest and she immediately went on high alert, aware of any small movement that could betray the presence of someone strange here, and ready to attack whoever tried to approach without warning.

With what little self-control I had left in the rational part of my mind, I sent a mind link to no one in particular, just trying to know if the one who was following me was one of my warriors trying to escort me, but when I did not receive any response I understood that who is running after me is not part of my group, and therefore I must be alert to respond to an eventual attack; I am after all in the place where my family was attacked just a few weeks ago, so I can't rule out the possibility of this happening again, especially if Bastian and his men are here just like last time.

It seems to be too much of a coincidence that this happens in the same place and when there are almost the same people present, and if this is a new attack against me, I don't know how Bastian could continue to deny his involvement in all this, when the evidence is more than overwhelming; but then when I remember the last attack, I also remember something important: my babies were far from me that day as they are right now, what if this is a trap to entertain me in the forest while they try to do something to them?

No, I cannot allow that, I must return to them immediately, I must make sure they are safe, especially from Bastian.

I try to run faster, and I notice the way in which my wolf begins to have even more control of my mind, guiding us only with her instincts, and although for a moment I stop fighting against it, because I understand that in this situation it is better to let her take the lead so that she can save us both, by the time my eyes focus on the green eyes coming out of the bushes towards me, it's too late to try to regain control of my body's actions, and a second later I find myself throwing myself forward and colliding with Bastian's wolf with a loud noise, before we both hit the ground in a swirl of hair, fangs, and snarls.

I see his eyes widen in surprise the moment my wolf puts her two front legs on top of him to keep him fixed on the ground, and her growls are so loud that I am almost sure anyone nearby could hear them, I try again to control my mind and try to get away from him, but at this point it's useless, she is out for blood and I don't feel strong enough to stop her, and then it happens, she bites hard and her fangs pierce Bastian's wolf's thick fur, who gives a thrilling screech.

F*ck!

What have I done?

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