Royals At Blackfang 1
Meanwhile back at Blackfang everyone was preparing for the arrival of the lycan royals. This was no time to have lost three of their omegas.
Luna Kelly paced her office annoyed. Who the hell did Alpha James think he was? Sweeping in here demanding their help to fight rogues off of smaller insignificant packs that had no bearing on them whatsoever. So they were being picked off? Oh well. Should've been stronger, it was their own stupidity and problem. What should she care? And now the Queen and King were coming around, and she had her best three workers stolen by that arrogant jerk! Hanny was cracking down on the other omegas and slaves, but they just weren't as good. The time was up. They'd arrive by four today and she was still not prepared.
She really felt the pressure of the situation all around. She really for once wished she wasn't Luna. She had Mark not really talking to her and now no longer sharing her bed, Hanny's ego took a big hit when Julien crawled back to his mate begging forgiveness he was certainly not going to get, whining like a puppy. The council sent word they'd be investigating the matter closely about the underage omega. She knew who had talked. Not that she could do anything about it without it looking suspicious. Perhaps she could arrange a small accident for the beta's mate….
No no, she couldn't think of that just now. She needed to get dressed immediately. It was already three and she had yet to even do her hair. Her lady in waiting helped her into her sequined gown, it was a deep burgundy color and fit to her body in a mermaid style. She winced as the girl twisted her hair into an elegant updo and secured it with the pins. It was painful to the headache she already had. Goddess, she didn't feel up to this, she wanted to crawl back into her bed and sleep for a week. She didn't feel like dealing with all this today. She had no clue why she felt so tired all the time. Like all her energy just zapped out of her when that obnoxious Alpha James snatched that murderous useless omega and her "siblings" away.
Her fists were clenched tight and her claws elongated cutting into her palms. She shook her hands in anger flinging blood across her pristine white carpet. She only saw more anger. She was so tired of that brat taking up so much of her precious thoughts and time. She was a nobody. Why should she care? Why DID she care? Why did it feel like something was terribly wrong that she was no longer there…. It must be that she lost her whipping post, she missed having an outlet for her rage…. Yes, that MUST be it. She missed having a punching bag to punish.
Below in the rooms for the warriors and more elite members of the pack, Hanny was scraping her hair into a high ponytail and twisting it into a braided bun for the evening's party. She'd been openly shamed for her involvement with Julien and everyone took his precious ridiculously fragile mate's side. As if SHE had a choice? She was elite as the daughter of two prominent Delta's but Julien was STILL above her as a beta. His commands in the beginning took away any choice she had. But he only had to use the commands twice, beyond that she CHOSE to bed him anywhere, anyway, any time she could. He might be a pig of a man but he was good at what he did.
Hanny had a mate once. He was a regular pack member. A quiet man who worked in the packs accounting department. He was not at all to her liking so she rejected him. She forced him to accept it but not to reject her back. She wanted to torture him a bit. But he defied her and immediately accepted it and rejected him back. She beat him within an inch of life. After that she never saw him again and assumed him dead, like she cared. But just yesterday she was informed by a friend in the Black Moon pack that he was alive, and had even been granted a second-chance mate! The nerve! The scandal of the Goddess to leave her alone with her impeccable bloodline and pedigree, mateless and pupless and in her fourties, but grant that lowly worm of a man a mate and six pups! It was an outrage!
Walking to her vanity she opened the secret drawer and marveled at the glass ball within. She could spy on anyone anywhere but that useless omega, the Lycans or her former mate. The exception to that being the bitch he mated after her. She often used it to spy through her how his life was going. He'd gotten increasingly handsome, he was filled out nicely now, he obviously had been training and training well. She had plans yet for him, more aptly for his bitch and her whelps. Oh it would look like a completely tragic accident of course. No one was out of her reach. As far as any of the little brats she couldn't bring down with their mother, they'd be dealt with…
Two women stood before their vanity mirrors admiring their looks and statuses. They wore no masks when looking at themselves, they also couldn't see the madness in their eyes staring back at them. They were too far gone to notice or care.
Slipping back into the flawless Luna role, Kelly donned her shoes and went to see to the rest of the duties she'd shoved off on everyone else. They had better be to her expectations or the offending pack member would be dealt with swiftly.
Tonight had to be perfect. She hoped her son would be mated within the lycans. Perhaps one of the queen's nieces even. Shame the princess was killed in infancy, imagine! Her, mother of the future Lycan king! She deserved that kind of weight to her name! She was the most gorgeous, powerful Luna of all time. She should be on the throne, the queen was a silly, pathetic and sickly woman, she couldn't hold up her duties, it had been years yet that she hadn't even left her palace! How long really could she grieve? It was one child, she still had her son didn't she? Boys were more valuable than girls, they could take over and the Alpha title and it stays in the lineage.
She was proud and glad she had Lucian first try. She was NOT a breeder, and had she birthed a girl it wouldn't have done, she'd have had to do it again until she got a boy. The girls would've met accidents…. She took care to not bear anymore children. A small dose of tonic a month for a year and any chance to reproduce disappeared quickly. Not that Mark knew that. He'd be furious. She came up with excuses and reasons and threatened the doctor who examined her to determine why she was not falling pregnant with another brat. She'd produced an heir, her job was done.
She really didn't understand some women's desires to keep producing pup after pup. Nor their need to constantly hover and be with them. She raised Ashton sure, but she didn't spend her every moment with him. He had the finest of wet nurses and nannies. He's just come back from his Alpha training now and ready to take over the pack. Though she really didn't like the thought of losing her Luna position once he found his mate, she figured she had time to think on that. Ashton was too much of a playboy to settle just yet.
He was already mad that his favorite omega whore was whisked away by that feckless Alpha James and his stupid omega mate. They would all pay for crossing her. Maybe she could drop a bug in Queen Annalise's ear about the blatant theft of her slaves. Send her along on their heels. Then they'd see what was what. Theft of pack members, slaves or not, was not illegal, but highly frowned upon.