The Alpha King's Claim

Chapter 89

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 89 by desirenovel

Aero

As soon as Serena disappeared, I concentrated on finding Nevannir. He was the one man I wanted to

crush at the moment. He was the true threat to my peaceful life with Serena. Geraden sure deserved

my wrath too, but Elijah and General Halcynos could take care of him.

And speaking of which, as I raced back in my werewolf form to the tent where I left Lady Yllana, I saw

both of them already fighting with him. Or, rather, it was only the General since Elijah just stood a short

distance away, probably allowing the old man the first strike.

General Halcynos was right to spar with Geraden. He held some personal grudges with this fae king in

the form of Lady Cyrena. In my shared thoughts with my wife, I found that her mother had died purely

of natural causes, but this wouldn’t have escalated fast if she was allowed to live with her mate.

Geraden, judging from his angry look, had welcomed his opponent wholeheartedly. If anything, this

fight they were about to enter into was the culmination of all those centuries of accumulated hatred and

rage.

It would have been interesting to watch their match, but I had my own demon to confront too.

Heading straight inside the makeshift war room, I found that Lady Yllana’s Elemental Witch

companions had been knocked down. Both of them were conscious, good, but were nursing their

laceration injuries with their healing spell.

“Your Majesty,” Lady Shea, the Elemental Witch of Water, looked up and called my attention before I

could advance into the inner room, “The guardian took her.”

I knew already who she was talking about.

I clenched my hands and released a long sigh. “So predictable of him,” I remarked. Sniffing his invisible

trail, I immediately located where he hid. It was in a cave formation kilometers away from the Meadows,

inside Ehnrelil in fact. Since now the border was left open, I would be able to poof directly into that RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

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“Will you be fine here, ladies?” I asked before leaving them. They nodded in unison, quite taken aback

that I actually showed kindness towards their gender.

Huh. Maybe the old me would have thought this impossible. I had come a long way and it was all

possible because Serena was with me.

Once I left the tent, I hunted for Nevannir’s scent again. It was easy despite the smell of blood

permeating the surroundings. The Royal Fae Army still stood tall and strong and so were my people.

‘General Halcynos, Elijah, my Alphas,’ I mind-linked at them, ‘Continue to stall time. Continue to fight.

As much as possible only wound the faes, but if your life is threatened, then you know what to do.’

Serena was half-fae and she cared for that half despite the troubles it had given her. It was only right of

me to stick to her plan and respect her goal of less death—zero even, except for these three persons

we wanted to be erased in this realm.

After a second of honing on Nevannir’s scent, I teleported. Inside the said cave, I shifted to my lycan

form and switched on my camouflage ability. I was a monster covered in obsidian black fur while this

crystal cave mostly exhibited a dark violet. Camouflaging into that shade was effortless to me.

“So, so beautiful,” I heard someone say. It was faint and echoic but I could still delineate to whose voice

it came from.

Nevannir.

Following the echo, I found myself inside a small cavern that was desperately renovated into a livable

bed and study space. It was a pitiful sight.

“So perfect for me,” Nevannir stated again.

A few meters away, I saw him inside his four-poster bed, sitting next to a seemingly sleeping body of

Serena. He was caressing her face, his expression a picture of veneration. Not lust. Not love. Just pure

adoration.

On a different day, I would have already attacked him in a jealous rage, but this right here was perfect.

It was fun to watch, especially when he had no clue whatsoever of the situation in front of him.

“Priestess!” he called out to the wind, raising his head up, “Come out of your hiding place, I got a

present for you.”

I continued to observe him, relishing this show of stupidity.

“You’ll surely love to reunite with your body again,” he went on. His hands waved in the air and

instantly, glittering dust appeared of different colors. It formed into one silvery-white long dress, quite

the exact size for Serena. Nevannir formed a pleased smile and with a wave downward of his hands,

the gown replaced Serena’s combat ensemble.

Even if this Serena was a fake, I had to intervene. It was getting pathetic.

“How about I reunite your face with my claws, Nevannir?” I asked, shifting back into my human form

and lifting my camouflage ability.

He jumped up from the bed and turned to me with a surprised face. “King Aero!”

Frantically, he created slender, pointed crystals around Serena’s body; each one capable of stabbing

her flesh.

Nevannir cracked a proud grin at me then.

“Harm me and you’ll be kissing Serena’s body goodbye. She’ll be forever trapped in the spiritual realm.

Wouldn’t that be sweet?”

I gave him a bitter look. “Such a cowardly move, Nevannir, but I actually expected that from you,” I said.

“Inviting you into my castle, showing you the bugs, and allowing you to fool me with the bracelet was

stupid of me, I know, but this time, I’m a hundred steps ahead of you. The moment I caught your smell

in that woman’s garment, I knew you were part of this fae mess.”

“Hmf, what an amazing speech you have there, but that doesn’t erase the fact that I hold your queen

hostage,” he fired back.

“Really now?” I cocked a brow and nonchalantly crossed my arms.

“Lady Yllana, if you may,” I said, my attention directed to the presumed body of Serena.

On my signal, the fake Serena transformed into another person: the Elemental Witch. She appeared

with some dramatic swirling smoke around her. It destroyed every pointed crystal in its path, ultimately

freeing herself of the threat.

“Nevannir,” she spoke as she floated above the mattress, “I have great respect for you, guardians, but

you definitely hit an all-time low.”

The one addressed frowned and staggered backward.

“How…how is this possible?” he muttered, severely shaking his head, “Serena? She’s—”

“She’s in the Baltic Meadows taking care of your woman,” I finished, showing a triumphant grin.

He gazed at me, trying to process what I was saying, and by the time he did, he raised one hand up

and vanished in our midst.

“Ughh…” I let out a disappointed groan, “We’re playing cat and mouse, huh?”

Lady Yllana neared me, still floating, and asked, “You want help?”

“No,” I shook my head, “I got it all covered, but I could use someone to give a message to the Council

of Guardians.”

“I’ll be happy to relay it,” she stated.

“Tell them that their Golden Boy had gone rogue,” I said.

She dipped her head, “Of course,” and disappeared thereafter.

Now alone, I decided to join Nevannir to where he went. Traces of his portal were still visible. It was

either he intentionally did so or he was just careless this way, I couldn’t decide. Either way, it didn’t

matter. I would still come out victorious in the end.

“Don’t look too smug, Your Majesty,” his voice echoed all around me once I entered his suspended

world of black and emptiness. I couldn’t see him anywhere. He was still hiding. Everywhere I look, I

only saw drifting debris of what looked like torn pieces of scrolls and book pages. The ground was

present, but it seemingly assimilated to the rest of the dark surroundings.

“This is just a minor set back for me,” he added, sounding so sure.

I merely scoffed at his remark, finding it funny, but I didn’t lower my guard. I circled around, checking

every angle just in case he’d suddenly materialize close to me. This world of his had no specific

direction and it was immune to the senses. I couldn’t tell which was North, which was South. I couldn’t

pick up his scent nor could I specify where he was just by his aura.

Overall, it was a challenge and I was pumped up to know this.

“I knew you were delusional, Nevannir,” I replied, my amber eyes shifting in every direction, “I just didn’t

think you’d be this dumb to actually act on it.”

“The fae kingdom is desperate for a grand change,” he answered from somewhere behind me, “And it

is my calling to fulfill it!”

Spears as sharp as knives suddenly hit my back. It burrowed deep into my flesh making me groan,

making my blood ooze, but despite this, the pain felt only minimal.

My lycan senses acted up, honing in on a distortion in space. I advanced towards that area just as

another batch of spears appeared and targeted me.

“And dragging Serena is a part of it?!” I cried out loud whilst blocking and batting every spear with my

bare arms.

The many contacts made some lacerations on my skin, but still, I thought little of it.

“Dragging Serena is the key to fulfilling my goal!” he answered, this time transferring to another area of

his plane. I figured he was on my left, roughly ten meters away from me.

“That’s where you made a mistake,” I pointed out and punched his direction with enough force.

Seconds later, his body materialized, gaining air time for a moment before falling hard with his chest

and chin first. Blood streamed down the corner of his mouth and his nose. He looked taken aback

whilst gazing at me, but then he quickly composed himself, half knelt on the ground, and disappeared

again.

“You will not be the one to stop me from taking my destiny, Your Highness,” he expressed and then

chuckled. “Or should I just call you, Aero? Like Geraden, you too don’t deserve my respect.”

Arrows, thousands of them, this time materialized and their sharp tips were aimed at every inch of me.

I stood my ground, not at all worried about this.

Nevannir chuckled again before all arrows flew in unison towards me.