Princess Luna

Chapter 8 - killer Queen

Leo’s POV

After Amelia hung up the phone on me, I stare at my phone for a moment before Dennis takes it away. I was glad to hear from my mate, and that it sounds like they are all safe. But, I know Amelia will never give up one of our pups to be raised by the king. So unless Alexander suddenly becomes less stubborn than his daughter, or he suddenly comes to his senses, I’m stuck in here for the long haul.

“Wait, what does she mean that the king would incur her wrath if he harms you? Does your mate believe she could actually kill the king if he harms you?” Dennis says, with a laugh. “That seems a little delusional, don’t you think?”

“Not at all. I have every confidence in the world that she would absolutely destroy him if I were mistreated, or any member of our family for that matter,” I inform him. He still looks doubtful. “I have seen things you wouldn’t believe. Once, right after her father bit me and I nearly died, I spent some time with the moon goddess. She showed me what the future would hold for Amelia if I died. I saw that she would go to war, and kill her father. That she wolf has abilities you wouldn’t believe.”

“Too right I don’t believe it!” Dennis says, scoffing. “I doubt she has ever hurt so much as a fly in her life!”

“She killed her Gamma Jason,” I tell him, and I watch as his eyes practically bug right out of his head. “Glen showed me the photo that the king sent him right after it happened. Amelia slit his throat so deeply that it very nearly decapitated him. And that was at 8 months pregnant, so she did that without the ability to fully shift. I don’t know why she did it since I was down here, but we’ve suspected for some time that Jason was spying on us. He probably tipped off the king that she was on her way here. And her aura is far greater than that of the kings or even mine, as proven by the fact that she was able to force the king to give the boy up.”

“The king wants complete control over his grandson and heir, because he knows the boy will very likely be an incredibly strong and powerful lycan. If he doesn’t find Amelia and get young Alex away from her before she has the babies, he won’t be able to at all once she’s able to shift again, that is for certain. And if I’m still here once that happens, you all better duck for cover. This whole plan of the kings is turning into one of his worst ideas ever. The worst he’s had since he bit me, and then saved my life and made me his heir. And he wonders why I question his judgment so often!”

“Now both of you are starting to sound delusional. And on that happy note, I think it’s time I left.” Dennis says, standing up to leave. Then he pauses before he actually goes. “Is there anything else you might need that is within my power to grant?”

“I could do with a laptop to try to keep my pack running smoothly while I’m away from Bull Run for goddess only knows how long. Or if that’s not possible, something to read might be nice. All this idleness is driving me insane.” I request, reasonably.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Dennis says, taking the dirty dishes and shutting the door as he goes. At least he left the chair and the folding tray, just in case I have any need for either.

Within minutes I’m back to boredom. The phone call as well as the chat with Dennis had done much to temporarily ease the boredom and loneliness I’d suffered all day, but it was a short reprieve.

If I were at home, I’d have plenty of things to occupy my time. There is always something that needs the attention of the Alpha. Whether making sure there is housing and food available for all my pack members, or making our borders safe, strengthening our alliances, and taking care of my growing family. Spending time with my mate. Making sure the summer camp and the ski resort stay in top top shape for the tourist dollars that they generate for the pack. I’m starting to appreciate all these responsibilities more, now that I see what my life is like when I have nothing but what is contained in this tiny prison cell.

I have a voice, but not much else. So I suppose I will continue to use it for entertainment purposes like I did earlier. I will sing to pass the time away. What else can I sing about? Hmm…. Then it comes to me. Queen. Perfect.

“Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality!

Open your eyes,

look up to the skies and seeeee

I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Because I’m easy come, easy go

Little high, little low

Anyway way the wind blows,

Doesn’t really matter to me, to meeeee!”

And I continue to sing the entire song, doing a pretty good job in my humble opinion, even the difficult parts jumping octaves and singing about Galileo and Figaro.

Then I start singing about a bicycle race, also by Queen.

“I want to ride my bicycle,

I want to ride my bike

I want to ride my bicycle

I want to ride it where I like!

You say black, I say white

You say bark, I say bite

You say shark, I say hey man

Jaws was never my scene

I don’t like Star Wars”

And I sang all the rest of that song, particularly enjoying the part about the fat bottomed girls. I imagine Amelia on a bike, and all the family riding bikes in a bicycle race. That amuses me for a while before I again grew morose over being separated from my family.

I know it’s starting to get late, but I’m not feeling all that tired, not having really done anything all day to even make me tired. Soon the lights dim a bit, but that does nothing to encourage me to sleep, either. So I sing a couple more songs by Queen, including Killer Queen and We are the Champions. Then I sing a couple of the Beatles songs, like The Long and Winding Road, and Yellow Submarine.

This has felt like the longest day I’ve ever lived through in my life, and I can hardly believe it was just one day! How many more days of this mindless monotony will I be forced to endure, like a dog in the pound waiting for little scraps of food or kindness. I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle it mentally if I’m here for more than a few days.

I contemplate the silver plated ankle bracelet, which prevents me from shifting into my lycan Frankincense. It’s obviously silver plated rather than pure silver, since otherwise I’d be able to break right through such a flimsy contraption. If I could somehow get something between the ankle bracelet and my skin, I’d probably be able to shift, and the stupid thing would easily slip right off of my foot. The problem then becomes getting through the door and out of this prison to freedom.

And then if I do get out of the Emerald pack, what next? I’d need clothes and money, which are in the palace in my room, provided those things haven’t been moved elsewhere. And then I’d need to figure out which of our properties Amelia is holed up in, in order to join her. And that’s assuming I could safely do so without being followed or tracked in some manner. It’d probably be safer to go somewhere else.

I then spend some time cursing the stupid blood oath for the thousandth time since the king forced me to agree to it. If I were to back out of it, I’d very likely die. And the same would happen to the king if he were to renege on it. He had effectively trapped us both into an agreement neither one of us wanted, all because he wanted my son to be his heir after the moon goddess threatened to make him sterile if I died as a result of his interference in Amelia’s choice of mate.

I pray to moon goddess that the king comes to his senses soon, even though I know that she can’t actually influence his free will. So I also ask that she watch over my family and protect them as best as she can. Then I try to get some sleep.