The Lycan King Saved Me

King Austen

Austen

“Thank you for having me in your pack, Alpha Reeves,” I nod to the groveling man.

“I have other daughters, your majesty,” He pleads.

“None of them are my mate, Alpha,” I say. “Thank you. I must be going now.” I turn and step towards my limo.

“Your majesty,” The alpha steps towards me, but my beta and best friend Andre stops him.

I say nothing as I get into the car and sigh in relief when the door is shut.

“Rough day, sire?” My driver Phillip mutters.

“Yeah,” I huff, and Phillip laughs.

Andre crawls into the car a moment later, “Let’s go, Phil.”

“Yes, beta,” Phillip nods.

“He just wouldn’t stop,” Andre breathes out.

“These poor werewolves are so desperate to give away their daughters,” I mutter. I watch the alpha walk along the limo for a few feet before giving up. I had come to the Red Moon pack to seek my fated mate. I have been going to werewolf packs for nearly three years looking for my queen, as it has become clear that my mate is not a Lycan.

‘We will find her,’ Zeidan, my Lycan, says.

‘You have been saying that for fourteen years,’ I remind him. ‘I’m starting to think she doesn’t exist.’

‘Don’t give up. She is waiting for us,’ Zeidan says.

“Mmhmm,” I mutter out loud.

Andre looks at me, “Arguing with your Lycan?”

“Yep,” I snort. “I am starting to think this is all a wild goose chase. I should just go home and pick a queen.”

“But you can’t do that, Austen,” Andre sighs.

I shake my head as Zeidan growls, “No.” My phone rings, and I sigh when I see it’s my father. “Yes, Pop?” I say.

“Yes, Pop?” He snarls. “That’s how you greet your father?”

“Yes,” I mutter.

“Austen, where are you?” He demands.

“We just left Red Moon, why?” I ask.

“Just wondering,” He mutters.

“Are things alright at home?” I wonder.

“Yes, things are fine,” He responds. “You haven’t found her, have you?” He blurts out.

“No, Pop, I haven’t found her,” I huff.

“The Council is getting anxious, Austen. They are pushing for you to pick a queen,” Pop tells me,

“Pop, you know I can’t do that. Zeidan won’t let me,” I sigh.

“I know, son,” He sighs. “My Lycan was the same way when I was searching for your mother. But the Council demands that you have a queen before your thirtieth birthday.”

“Pop, that’s in a month,” I complain.

“Yes,” He sighs. “But I am starting to agree with them.”

“Pop,” I nearly yell.

“Ronan already has a mate and two sons,” He mentions my younger brother.

I roll my eyes even though he can’t see.

“I know you just rolled your eyes,” He mutters.

“Pop, I am the King. I will find my mate, and she will be my queen. No other woman will do,” I growl and hang up the phone before he can say anything. I drop the phone beside me, and Andre gives me a look. “Don’t say it.”

“I won’t,” He shakes his head.

I fold my arms and sigh. “On to the next pack, Phillip,” I say.

“Blackwood Mountain,” Andre looks at his phone. “Alpha Myron Johnson,” He reads.

“He has two daughters, Allison and Michelle.”

Neither name does anything to get Zeidan’s attention. I sigh. “Well, Zeidan didn’t make a sound over the names.”

“Well, you know it’s not always the names,” Andre frowns. “Can we go home after Blackwood Mountain?”

“I know Greta misses you,” I say.

“Greta is about to give birth to twins, Austen. I want to be there for that,” He reminds me.

“We can go home after Blackwood Mountain,” I say. “I don’t think we will be there for long.” I settle into my seat. The trip to the next pack will take a day or so.

I close my eyes and find myself in Lycan form, running through the woods.

I smell the most heavenly scent of cherry blossoms. Zeidan howls and runs toward the smell. I see a flash of white fur. The most beautiful wolf I have ever seen stands before me. She stops to stare at me with the most gorgeous green eyes in the world. “Mate,” Zeidan calls to her. “What is your name?”

“Genesis,” She replies.

I am woken up when the limo stops. We are in the parking lot of a truck stop, “What are we doing, Phil?” I ask the driver.

“I need to rest, sir,” he says as two Suburbans full of warriors pull up beside us.

The head warrior, Scott, knocks on the window. “Are we stopping?” He asks Phil.

Phil looks back at me.

“Yes,” I nod.

“Yes,” Phil repeats.

“Do you need someone else to drive for a while, Phil?” I ask.

“I hate to ask, sire,” Phil mutters.

“Nonsense,” I say and get out of the limo.

Scott walks over to me.

“We are stopping so everyone can eat and relieve themselves,” I tell Scott.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Scott nods.

“Also, I need someone to drive the limo for a bit so Phillip can rest,” I mention.

Scott bows and walks over to the weary warriors, “Jake,” He bellows. “I need you to drive the limo for a few hours.”

“Yes, sir,” a young warrior salutes Scott and bows to me.

I smile and stumble into the truck stop. I feel out of place as I tower over most people at six foot seven, and I am wearing a costly Armani suit. I must look the part of the Lycan king. But none of these humans know who I am. I try to ignore their stares as I approach the Wendy’s.

Andre stands beside me in line. He sticks out as well in his suit and tall stature. Lycans are generally much taller and bulkier than werewolves. To humans, we look like we belong on a wrestling mat.

A little boy in the line ahead of us stands and stares at us while his mother is ordering food. I can’t help but smile at him.

“Are you in the AEW?” He asks.

“Dustin,” His mother turns to him. “Don’t bother those men,” she looks up at us with her mouth wide open.

“He isn’t bothering us, Ma’am,” I say.

She nods and turns her attention back to the equally shocked cashier. “Damn,” She cries as her debit card is declined three times. “I don’t have any other money.” She looks at the little boy. “Take off my meal,” she tells the cashier.

“I’ll buy their meal,” I step forward with my wallet in my hand.

“No, please,” she pleads. “It’s alright.”

“I insist,” I smile.

She sighs as I hand my card to the cashier.

Dustin smiles at us. “You are wrestlers.”

“We are,” Andre chimes in.

“Cool,” Dustin grins ear to ear.

“Thank you,” his mother says. “We had a rough week, and I just wanted to take him out for something special.”

“Enjoy your meal, ma’am,” I say. I step forward to the counter and glance at the menu. “Give me the number one,” I say. “Large.” The cashier nods, puts the order in, and looks at Andre.

“I’ll have the same thing,” Andre mutters. “You got this,” he says.

“Sure,” I say.

“Is that for here or to go?” the cashier asks.

“Here,” I say as a few warriors line up behind us. I pay the cashier and look at my warriors. “Forty-five minutes, guys,” I say. “Pass that around.”

“Yes, sir,” one of them responds.

I wander over to where little Dustin is sitting with his mother and sit close by. Dustin is playing with a wrestler action figure. “Who is that guy?” I ask.

“Brett Harter,” Dustin responds. “Or, as he is known in the ring, Earthquake,” he says, dropping the toy on the table.

“Dustin,” his mother grumbles.

I chuckle as Andre hands me a large cup full of root beer. I take a sip and set it down.

“Where are you guys from?” Dustin’s mother asks. “You don’t look like you are from around here.”

“We are from Washington State,” I reply.

“What are you doing in the middle of Indiana?” She laughs.

“We are on business,” I say.

She looks me up and down, “I hope nothing bad.”

“No,” I shake my head.

Andre gets up and returns seconds later with our food. My mouth waters as I am starving. I haven’t eaten since this morning.

“Well, thanks again for buying our dinner,” The woman says.

We finished our meal and headed back to the limo. The young warrior, Jake, is waiting for us. “Are you good to drive?” I ask him.

“Yes, your majesty,” Jake bows.

“Do you know where we are going?” I ask.

“Yes, Phillip told me just to follow the GPS,” Jake responds.

“Good,” I lightly pat his shoulder. “If you need to stop for any reason, just tell me or Beta Andre, alright?”

“Yes, sir,” Jake grins.

I smile back and crawl into the limo. Phillip is stretched out on one of the seats, snoring away. He jolts awake.

“Sorry,” He mutters. “I can move.”

“No, Phil,” I say. “Sleep.”

“Thanks,” the driver lays his head back down.

‘Let’s head out,’ I order Scott through the mind link. “Let’s get our asses to Blackwood Mountain,” I say. Minutes after returning to the road, I fell asleep and dreamt about the white-furred she-wolf named Genesis.