Mated To The King Of Supreme Alphas

Chapter 9

Declan...POV

The smell of dew and wet tree trunks hit me as we ran with wolf, Lycan or Vampire speed through this part of the thick forest. It was almost 4am now and we've been running for over an hour.

We'd started out at 2:50 am with human speed no cheating.

My circle and my private army were at the Norse training camp on the outskirts of RSP, for mandatory training, this exercise is for a month.

Phones weren't allowed , so is contact with the outside world, except for a guy who brought newspapers for our reading pleasure and my grandparents who have made it a tradition to visit.

The camp was really deep in the thick forest, sometimes we would be in wolf form, Lycan or vampire form for over a week,training, fighting and hunting and we push hard on our survival limits.

There were a total of personally vetted #1700 strong members of the private army called the sprawlers, and we do this twice a year, added to the three military training camps a year, that adds up to five training camps a year.

This particular training done twice a year ranges from three to four weeks, while the are two three week camping in the year while military training camps range from ten to twenty five days .

About five years ago, during a close circle meeting , Gabriel, my second in command ,suggested we create a private army, solely to protect the royal family.

I liked the idea and expanded it to include the families of the my circle and special forces training.

If I learnt anything from my father its that no matter how powerful you think you are, you are only as strong as your weakest link.

Besides as a prince I was supposed to have my own army anyways.

So we all agreed to set up this group to protect the royal family and those of the close circle.

They also exist to push and represent our interest, they are like the Mi5, the mossads ,kgbs or the secret service of the human world, only that their purpose isn't for the entire supernatural kingdom or the RSP, its just for a select few.

when we train in camp or at the RSP, we train as equals no one recognises your titles or power. Its a fight for survival, the aim is to never be weak and never give up even when faced with death.

This wasn't about dying honorably ,it was about fighting honourably till you take your last breath. I know a serous threat will come, during my time as king,but i don't know when.

Blaaaaahhh !!!

we hear the alarm from the camp,signalling the end of speed and obstacle training.

So we head back at top supernatural speed.

we are tasty and hungry but no one wants to drink the water outside the camp house, because they have silver in them and are laced with vermin or wolfsbane.

We take the mandatory amount of wolfsbane and vermin,every morning. Everything in the camp house is made up of silver, even our beds.

Everything is geared towards building our resistance to all poisons known to supernatural beings.

As a royal and a Hybrid with a wolf, Lycan and a vamp i take double dosages of those and trust me every time it stings.

It feels like my insides are being doused with acid,but we don't hear cries from anyone, at least not anymore. Tolerance levels have vastly improved.

It was time for hand to hand combat, krav maga and mixed martial arts is what we use mostly.

Little camp details like pairing for training, kitchen duty,Laundry duty,medical duty, patrol duty, training prep duty, and other minor duties that make the camp run smoothly is scheduled before we hit camp and everyone gets their itinerary before they get in through the gates.

I've got kitchen duty tonight, had Laundry last night, and border patrol tomorrow. I thought smirking.

I am the crown prince and I have a billion things that need to get done, but defence is extremely important to me and training my own military is one of my major objectives before it is time to take the throne.

I scoffed, thinking about taking the throne.

I won't be crowned king until I find my mate, and that is up to the goddesses.

The pressure yo tale a chosen mate has continued to mount, but I remain unperturbed.

Van Godin don't take chosen mates for very strict reasons, like bloodlines and other ancestral stuffs.

But my father king Louis has never spoken to me about, choosing a mate,although I know he is being pressured to do so.

The first thing I was taught as a pup, as a Van Godin is to never take a chosen mate.

it was my turn to defend myself against, six trainees, my eyes were tied so i had to rely on my senses, i felt a slight sting in my back as someone landed a flying punch,i slid left to escape a kick slap,caught a foot and flung the assailants on two others to my right.

I took a half step back to avoid an uppercut, and countered with one of my own, injuries from training are a common occurrence but we heal quickly, the women are as feisty as the men and there are no exemptions, except for serious medical issues like pregnancy.

We get one hour a day to hangout, for games and other bonding requirements.

Today's hand to hand combat specifically prohibits the use of supernatural powers, but that isn't an issue because one of the requirements of this group is daily training anywhere you are.

All #1700 Hybrid members are not situated in the capital. There are different batches of at least #200 in some packs around the capital.

By 10 am we were done with hand to hand combat , one on one combat ,two on one combat and we were set for endurance training.

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The smell of dirt,sweat and blood filled the air, as we finished training for the day at noon, it was time to shower,with wolfsbane or vermin filled water.

At least it makes the showers super fast.

After dinner, a member of tonights patrol team came to inform me that my grandparents were here.

I rolled my eyes and sighed , for the past three years we have been holding this camp , my grandparents have made it a duty to come and seek me out, here.

Sometimes i feel my parents put them up to it.

This year will be no different though, problem was i know granny would pester me, mercilessly about my mate situation and the growing debate about choosing a mate, being patient or the goddesses abandoning me.

"Grandma,Grandpa " I say and bow slightly in a show of respect to those who have ruled before me.

"Stop that , silly boy and come give me a hug,"

my grandma said while laughing.

I smiled and assessed her, she looked like a woman in her early forties, but she was actually almost 200yrs old.

We aged really slowly and with our bloodline, we lived really long.

She looked Royal as always.

"How have you been?" grandpa asked quietly,

as we sat on a bench, he'd made out of a fallen tree.

"Fine" I replied.

We talked for sometime about politics , the royal court, kingdom finance,relations with the human world, before grandma switched to the one topic i dreaded the most, my lack of a mate.

I learnt as a child that the best approach with my grandparents was to be bluntly honest with them.

So i explained that the discussion from two years ago still stands and will wait for my mate, as no amount of pressure will make me go for a chosen mate.

The title of king comes with the highest power in the supernatural world and that is accompanied by the highest level of responsibility.

Its not that my grand parents were pressuring me to take a chosen mate, they weren't.

They wanted me to keep on searching for my mate. That's to be expected since no one knows that I have actually found her.

"Why don't you go on another kingdom wide search?" Grandmother suggested and i quickly shut it down.

Besides I would never go against the advise and admonition of my Aunts.(the goddesses).

My grandma had on a pink knee length dress with a deep pink knee length jacket, she looked pretty and cute as always, her light red blonde hair tied in a tight bun.

Her scent was as always of strawberries and pastries, I hugged her tight and sniffed deeply as my grandpa let out a warning growl.

We just chuckled and continued to hug and i held on tight, sometimes being without my mate takes its toll on me and my buddies (my wolf and Lycan) but ofcourse, i can never show my vulnerable side, to the public.

"Enough!! "my grandpa ordered , then grumbled about his over pampered grandchildren becoming overbearing.

I snickered at that and bid them fare well, their guards emerged from behind the trees ,as they prepared for the journey back.

They'd arrived with Vampire speed and will return with same at least to their convoy of cars packed some distance away, at least half a day's journey with vamp speed.