Wanted By The Cursed Alpha king

Blue's POV: "He is coming. He is coming to get me. I don't know who he is or what he is. But I know he will come for me. You should leave, Sarah. Run as far as you can. If you don't, he will burn you along with this temple," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "And why does this powerful stranger want to rescue you?" Sarah asked, wiping my hands clean with a towel. She doesn't believe me. I can't blame her for that. What could a blind, chained girl possibly know? "I don't know why he seek me, but I feel him— closer everyday. My flames could sense him, they whisper of his coming." "Do you know what I think?" She sighed. I could picture her frowning as she spoke her next words. "I think spending thirteen years in a cage, with no one to talk to, has messed with your head—and your flames." She exhaled deeply, her hands reaching out to cup my cheeks... but sadly, the metallic helmet covering every bit of my face stood in the way of her affectionate touch. "I'm sad to say this, but no one is coming. No one is coming to save you. The only person who could is your father, the king, but he wants nothing to do with you. You are stuck here, my princess, for life." She stood up. "My time is up, princess. And I'm sorry I couldn't get you the grapes you love so much. Agnar caught me sneaking them in last time. He warned me not to do it again if I want to continue serving you." She paused, picking up the bowl of water. "I can't go back to the palace. If I do... who will look after you? Those scoundrels would leave you unattended, waiting for the stench of your rotting corpse. Ah! I hate them all!" "It's alright, Sarah. Soon, I will get to eat all the grapes I want. He is near." --- Wilder's POV: "Sire! My king! My king!" Hershel called loudly, running into the throne room where I sat lazily on my throne... awaiting death. "If you do not have good news for me, Hershel. I will have your head on a stick, and it will be my dinner," I warned grudgingly, tired of his numerous attempts at solutions that always yielded nothing. "I definitely have good news, nephew," he responded, standing triumphantly before me. I sat up on my throne hastily. The only time Hershel refers to me as 'nephew' is when he is indeed ninety-nine percent sure of what he has to say. "Spit it out." "I have found a solution," he grinned from ear to ear. I groaned internally. "I know that, Hershel. So why don't you tell me what I do not know?" "Blue flames." "Uncle!" I shouted, standing up from my throne. He gulped, stepping back in fear. He knows that whenever I call him 'uncle,' it means I am about to lose my temper. "I have four wolves inside me, and they could burst out of my chest at any moment, dragging me to the depths of hell! And the only solution you can offer me is a flame? Fire?" I walked closer to him as I spoke, my hands ready to strangle him. "This is not just any flame, Wilder. This flame can kill the soul of a man, bringing its prey to a quick death. And what's more formidable is that the flame could kill a thousand men in a second," he blurted out hastily, backing away from me. I halted. "And?" "You don't have a soul, Wilder. What you have are mystical beings, and so... instead of killing them, the fire would subdue them. In simple terms, you won't be dragged down to hell." I stared at him intently, his words echoing in my head. I walked back to my throne and sat down. "How do I obtain this blue flame, Hershel?" "It's not just a blue flame, Your Majesty. It's a woman," Hershel informed me. "Her name is, Blue Flames." A woman? This… changes everything. "Alright, Hershel. How do I acquire this woman, Blue Flames?" "She's at the southern temple. The temple is under the protection of Lucian Greymark, King of the Crescent Moon Pack. Rumour has it that Blue Flames is his daughter." "I don't care for gossip, Hershel," I mumbled in annoyance. "We set out tomorrow. Get the Night Walkers ready." "I don't think you heard me clearly, nephew. The girl—she's in a secured temple. I can't even use my power there because I'd be noticed quickly." He paused, eyeing my body slightly. "Forgive me, nephew, but you're not really that strong at the moment." "Get the Night Walkers ready, Hershel. I will get her, even if I have to burn the entire world to do it." --- "Who are—" I watched as the warrior halted in his steps, his head hitting the ground with a thud, blood spurting from his now severed neck, never to complete his sentence. "Spare no one! Blue Flames is coming home with me!" I yelled, drawing my sword from its scabbard. "Yes, Sire!" the Night Walkers responded. Night Walkers—my personal warriors, trained to be deadly assassins. Fifteen in number, but capable of taking out an entire army. "Hershel, lead me to her." "Yes, sire." Hershel walked over to where I stood, and together we moved through the chaos erupting around us. "What are you—" A guard rushed towards us, but before he could get closer, I sped to him, grabbed his neck, and flung him across the long hallway. "Ah. If I still had my strength, his brains would be plastered across these walls. What a shame," I muttered, shaking my head. Then I signalled for Hershel to lead the way. I killed more guards along the way, and finally, after descending many steps, we reached the underground dungeon where Blue Flames was being held. "Ahh!" A woman in her twenties screamed, dropping a bowl of water she had been holding. Ignoring the screaming woman, I walked past her to the large cage standing firmly in the centre of the dungeon. Inside the cage was a woman, her hands and legs chained. On her head was a helmet—one that covered her entire face. The helmet didn't look ordinary— its surface shimmered with faint, swirling runes and pure magic radiated from it. I reached out to the cage, ready to break it open. "Do not touch the cage. Only Agnar can. If you touch it, you will die," the screaming woman warned. Why would such precautions be taken for such a fragile being? I'm intrigued. What is her story? "No magic can stop me, girl," I smirked at the screaming woman. I took hold of the cage door, broke it off, and hurled it across the dungeon. Slowly, with careful steps, I walked into the cage, my eyes taking in Blue's appearance. Why was she locked in here? And why is she guarded so heavily? I crouched down in front of her, removed the helmet, and the moment her blue eyes met mine... I was captivated. Right then, I knew I would set fire to the eyes of anyone who dared to look at her twice. The corner of her lips curled into a smile, and her hands reached out to my face, caressing it softly. "You made it, Wilder Reagan."