A Second Chance With My Tribrid Alpha King

LOGAN’S POV

I stepped into the busy hall, and was glad I made it right on time.

“How did it go?” Layla walked up to me. “By the way, you look dashing!” She grinned, and I returned an even wider smile.

“It went dreadfully.” I answered in all honesty. “An evil is coming, Layla. And it’s so close. What’s worse, is that we can’t avoid it.”

“The great war.” She whispered, releasing a gasp.

“Let’s talk about this later. For now, we should enjoy the party. It’s father’s big day.”

“Okay.” She nodded, cleaning her clammy hands on her dress. No one had to tell me that she was tensed.

“Calm down, Layla. Even when darkness comes, we would conquer. The Flaming Wolf would arise soon.”

“Is that enough assurance?” She muttered.

“Have some faith, sister.” I managed a small smile. “Now, off you go.”

“There, is your reserved table.” I looked across the hall, towards where she pointed at. The man I saw on the table, made me grin widely. Ryan.

‘Admit that you missed me’. Ryan’s words filtered through our mindlink.

‘Oh, please! I almost wasn’t hoping to see you’. At my statement, we both burst out laughing as I made my way to him. Liam was already seated there.

“Ryan!” I grinned. He stood up and we exchanged a handshake and had brotherly hug. “It’s been 5 months since I last saw you. Would definitely say I didn’t miss you.” I jested, making him release a boisterous laughter.

“Thankfully, you made it back on time.” Liam sighed.

“Has father noticed my absence?” I asked, slightly worried.

“I doubt. But he certainly wonders why he hasn’t seen you.”

“I can imagine. I couldn’t even wish the old man a happy birthday, before leaving.”

“Oh, please. I know your father turned 50 today, but he looks nothing like an old man.”

“We all know he doesn’t.” Ryan chuckled. “I know he is a werewolf, but damnnn… his genes are good. Man looks 38.”

“He is still old. Atleast, he acts it.” I said, and we all laughed. Their statements made me look around the hall, hoping to find him.

I guess I was too used to being around him, that it felt like he was an 80 year old man. When I didn’t see him, I turned my attention back to Liam and Ryan.

“Can’t find him anywhere.”

“He’s probably pondering on Ryan’s problem.” Liam laughed. Ryan had a problem?

“Oh please! I haven’t even told him a thing. Just go ahead and make fun of me, stop beating around the bush.” Ryan glared.

“You have a problem?” I asked Ryan, who just remained mute.

“If being in need of a breeder is a problem, then by all means, tell me why?” He finally let it out.

“You need a breeder? What for?” I asked.

“Are you seriously asking me that question, Logan? I’m turning 30 in a matter of months. I need an heir to solidify my stake on my Alpha position. I think you should start making similar plans as well.”

“Why do I need a breeder, when I have a girlfriend?” I smiled, happy to see that I caught Ryan off guard.

“What? And since when do you have a girlfriend?”

“Since this morning.”

“Who is she?”

“Heather.” Liam replied.

“Seriously?!” I asked in disbelief. “Is there anything Layla doesn’t tell you?”

“I guess there isn’t.” He shrugged, looking indifferent. I could tell he wasn’t pleased with my plans to make Heather my Luna.

“Liam, I am going to marry Heather after this war is over. And I suggest Ryan finds a lady and do the same.”

“First of all, no! I wouldn’t put myself through that horror of being romantically involved with any woman. It would never happen again. Secondly, what war are you talking about?” Ryan queried.

“First of all, what if the moon goddess decides to send your second chance mate, Ryan? Secondly, what war are you really talking about, Logan?” Liam asked.

“First of all, I wouldn’t accept her. I don’t need a mate! Secondly, which woman wouldn’t be scared to become my mate, after hearing I killed my first? Thirdly, all I really just need is a breeder to bear me a child, and get these frustrating pack elders off my neck.”

“Fourthly?” Liam asked, throwing a glare at Ryan. I guess he would never really understand the trauma that came with loving the wrong person. He was so fortunate to have Layla.

“Fourthly, I would appreciate it, if the king could tell us more about this war.” Ryan shot back.

“Firstly, you wouldn’t reject your mate, Ryan. You shouldn’t. If she comes, she becomes an answer to your prayers. You get to be able to have a child.” I explained.

“But then, I also have to honour the bond and love her, which I’m not ready for.” He insisted. “About the war, please.”

“Well, this morning, I had dream abo…” I was cut short by Layla who burst through my mindlink.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

‘Logan, you wouldn’t believe what I just stumbled upon!’ She seemed shocked, I could feel her emotions through our link. I stood up from my seat immediately.

‘What is it? Are you hurt? Have you seen father? Is he okay?’

“Is everything fine?” Liam asked in confusion the moment I stood.

“It’s my sister.” I replied.

“Is she alright?” Ryan asked, seeming more alert. I am sure Liam was also trying to mindlink her at that point.

‘Actually, I am watching father right now.’ She muttered slowly, increasing my agitation. ‘Logan, father just found his mate.’

‘What?’ My eyes widened in shock.

‘And I think she is about to reject him’.

‘What the hell?!!’

‘Oh, goddess! He doesn’t deserve this’. She released a whimper. I was about asking where they were, when a very loud bang was heard. ‘What was that?’ Layla asked.

‘Make sure father and the lady are safe. Lay low until the coast is clear’. I replied, before shutting off our link. Ryan and Liam were already on their feet, looking around for the source of the threat. The hall had gone haywire, and the guards were littered everywhere, trying to maintain the order. We began to hear chaotic noises outside, and started making our way out of the hall. Halfway to the entrance of the hall, the Gamma of the royal army marched in with a couple more guards behind him. I watched silence, as they threw a disfigured and lifeless body on the floor.

“Your majesty.” He bowed.

“What’s the meaning of this, Boyd?”

“Apparently, this man had just appeared with explosives wrapped around his waist.” He informed. “Not wanting to disrupt the royal birthday celebration, my men and I tried to manage the situation. In the cause of it, the lunatic let off the explosives.”

“Fucking hell! A rogue?”

“Yes, your majesty.”

“Any other casualties?” I asked, and he went quiet for a moment.

“Yes. 3 dead, 6 injured. And they are our soldiers.”

“Fucking hell!” I blew out in rage.

“But that doesn’t seem to be the main issue.” He muttered.

“What could be more disastrous than this?” I asked in annoyance, finding it difficult to believe this man bypassed the strong palace security. Okay! Boyd actually said he ‘appeared’.

“This.” He handed over a folded clothe to me. I spread it open, and read the words written on it.

“Finis appropinquat. Venimus. Communitas supernaturarum transgressorum.”

‘The end is near. We are coming. Community of the rogue supernaturals’. Fuck me!