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The Mountain of the Alpha King

[As of 11/30/23 this novel's ROUGH DRAFT is COMPLETED] [Warning: 18+ Content! - cursing, dark themes, sexual content, and other adult matters are present - NOTE: there is NO 'knotting' in this story for both those who come looking for it, and those who want to avoid it. I just wanted to give a head's up either way. LGBTQ+ representation is also in this novel. :)] This is book one of the Ylphasia series. War, betrayal, loss, growth - none of these things were aspects of life that Myranda had in mind when she finally met her destined mate. The only problem was that her chosen was someone she absolutely despised - Prince Metas, the next rightful King to the Lycan Kingdom. From the bottom rungs of society, everything above her seemed like a dream - it was too bad her preconceived notions were far from wrong. In their journey to make a brighter future for their entire kingdom, Metas and Myranda learn that there is so much more to just being mates than their shared love. As they navigate the complications of starting a revolution, both Metas and Myranda discover just how compatible they actually are - and how much their paring means for the future of their kind. ----------------------------------------------------- [EXCERPT] "If you want my place so much, you should challenge me when the time comes. This is cowardice. You think I can beat you-no...You know I can beat you, and so you're trying to hurt Myranda to make me weaker. You're a bastard, a cheat and a liar, and you don't deserve to rule over our kingdom - and you never will. You have no valor, no honor - and no moral compass," Metas spat towards him, and kept his hair up on end involuntarily. "I'm drunk right now and easily pushed you over like a small paper bag filled with shit. Since you've so brilliantly shown what you'd truly like to do, I'll make sure she is safe from you. Meanwhile, perhaps you should train or learn better tactics from your papa," Metas continued, and even grinned with delight. "Even if you beat me in combat, the rest of those in power want to see you fall. You won't last," Silas warned, and reformed into his mortal self. "...but I do intend on challenging you. Unless you want to kill me right here and now since you're so confident." "There is no honor in killing you without the glory of showing you exactly what I am capable of in front of everyone. I will take Joss' advice and do nothing for now. I don't want to throw away honor for revenge. If you come near her again, I will kill you before you ever get the chance to prance around in front of high society with a little speech, and show off to your wife and no friends. Understand?" Metas asked menacingly, and now his gums were visible as saliva dripped from his lips and teeth, barely holding himself back. "I will drink your blood through your eye sockets if you lay one more fucking claw on her - understood?" Metas warned as he advanced towards the blonde male. "You letting me live will be the biggest regret of your life, Metas. Hold those words close to your heart when you lose everything to me," Silas sneered and turned away, but not before he locked eyes with Joss with a dare in his green orbs.

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The Wolf Pact

Metas was relieved and revved up when his pack arrived. Lara looked stunning as always, Gerald was beaming, Joss looked thoughtful and serious, and Jyriah had a face of bright determination.

"Thank you for coming. Are you all ready?" Metas asked calmly. He had to be 'still' in order to keep his head in the proper space.

"Yes - but just in case, we should make sure we know what we're doing," Joss reminded.

"Lara, with her excellent acting, and fantastic looks will be the first barrier of protection: Distracting Silas. Gerald, you and I are to take Metas down to the proper place - I deliver him safely, and you guard him. My sweet, handsome mate - you're on Myranda duty. My Alpha, you are just to be yourself. There are many excited to hear what you have to say, so expect a large crowd" he said with accuracy and grace.

Metas made a note that if someone gave him a chance, Joss would be an excellent teacher. He'd file that away under suggestions to reward him for his loyalty.

"I'm going to annoy my little sister so much, and it's the best job I've ever had," Jyriah said with a happy, dream-like sound.

"You already do it for free - and don't be mean," Joss reminded.

"I echo his sentiments. Do not hurt Myranda, or I may go for your eye again," Metas said with deathly warning. It came out far more serious than anyone expected.

"You've got it. Minimal annoyance," Jyriah conceded and dropped the subject before he upset his sister's mate again.

"Thank you. She's under enough heavy emotions as it is. Do something she likes with her - something that makes her happy," Metas suggested, and softened his voice as he thought of Myranda's pretty face, beautiful soul, and powerful 'aura'.

"I will do that. I've got a perfect plan now that you've mentioned that. Stop stalling, though - let's go. Your audience won't wait forever, and we've delayed enough. Let's go show your people who you are, Alpha King. We're all behind you," Jyriah said proudly - but with urgency. He had never been a patient person, and he never would be.

"We finish what we started, and we don't give up, agreed?" Metas stated more than he asked.

Everyone nodded and agreed in a silent pact and understanding that their goal was success, or death.

Thank you for reading - I know it is a short chapter, but I truly felt that this was something important to include. I thought about it for a few days and decided to make it its own mini-scene for a quick-read.

It honestly didn't fit anywhere else, but I just loved it so much... They say kill your darlings, so...it may have to go in the final edit. We'll seeeeeeee.

You are awesome, and I hope that luck sits on your shoulder and sprinkles good stuff around you.

I appreciate you so very, very much! It means a lot to me that you read my work, and it helps me stay motivated to keep going.

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