Destined To A Rejected One
Chapter 31

The atmosphere inside the castle ruled by the genuine alpha was thick. The violence emanated from the most powerful being of the lycanthropic race, the omegas did not take care of being the punching bags and succumbed because they did not have enough time that their fragile bodies needed to heal and consequently the cimex moons, companions of these omegas as well. They died because of the bond of companionship that generated a sadness so deep that the feeling of a broken heart made them die crying.

The search for the Bloodstain was daily, from the break in the clouds to the highest peak of the moon. The wolves have not hunted for fifteen days, hunger makes the situation of the lower beings in the hierarchy even more critical. The strongest are relieved by harming the weakest even more.

The genuine alpha, Kratos, felt unhinged. Although the casualties due to the traitor of the species had ceased in those fifteen days, the vampire attacks did not stop occurring. The witches, on the other hand, showed no more interest in this war. It was driving them both to the brink of extinction. And Kratos’ murderous violence wasn’t helping keep the species alive.

Torturing humans was not enough, mating with the genuine Lunam was not satisfying, killing vampires was boring and very annoying. The witches already tried to contact them, but the genuine one murdered all the messengers without even listening to what they had to say.

The hatred of everyone, in all the packs that still existed, grew more every day. Lycanthropes were disgusted by witches and believed themselves superior to vampires. And the humans? They were like plagues that had to be eliminated from the face of the earth.

Unfortunate! – shouts the genuine alpha and throws a chair that crashes when it comes into contact with the wall.

Hatred at seeing her plans ruined makes Kratos more violent every day, the genuine lunam, Kathe, stopped trying to get close to her partner.

Sir – the genuine beta Lacios catches the attention of Kratos, who now also heads to the meeting table against the stone wall.

Have you found it? – he asks hopefully.

No, sir – he answers fearfully.

So what are you doing here? Your incompetence is not enough…

Two princesses of the witch race are here, genuine.

This will be the first time I kill a princess – Kratos smiles and heads to the reception room, followed by Lacios.

Princess Angèle Benoit is the eldest daughter and heir to the sovereignty of the witches. She is eighteen years old, with red hair and amber eyes. Her nose is thin and turned up, and her face is round. Her height is tall, she measures one meter and eighty-two centimeters. Her essence is the magic of nature, but thanks to the Blue Belle jewel, passed down from generation to generation, she also has powers of illusion and speed. The race of witches has five princesses, each with a jewel, they being:

• Pink Star, the jewel of invisibility.
• Blue Belle, the jewel of illusion and speed.
• Moussaieff, the jewel of the portals.
• Spinel of hope, the jewel of transformation.
• Rockefeller, the jewel of sounds.

Unlike wolves and vampires, the witch race does not live as long and does not have refined physiques and senses. The average lifespan of a witch is only three hundred years.

What is a princess doing here, in a wolf’s territory? – Kratos asks stopping in front of the female figure.

Angèle lowers the hood of her black coat, the rumors do justice to the beauty of the first princess. Despite his disgust at her race, Kratos admitted only to himself that the princess would be a good f**k. Her curves are abundant and are well exposed on the blue dress that hugs her body.

Since none of the messengers returned, I came personally to talk to…

I thought your class was more intelligent, I don’t want to talk to you – he interrupts her abruptly.

The only thing I want is to end this war, look around you, we are practically eradicated from the face of the earth. What’s the point of continuing with…

I will fight until there are no witches or vampires left contaminating this soil, you are vermin and do not deserve to breathe the same air as me and my kind – he says, crossing his arms and facing her in a threatening manner.

You are dumber than I imagined, you don’t see beyond your own navel.

-No-he takes a step forward, but the princess does not move, she remains firm in her seat and with her head held high-You are a fool, do you really think I am going to reach any agreement with that disgusting race of yours? ? Don’t make me laugh, she scum she.

“Take one step closer to the princess and I’ll rip your head off, you stinky dog,” Lorraine threatens Kratos, who just looks at her from head to toe.

Lorraine Benoit is the second princess, bearer of the Moussaieff jewel. She is also the head of Angèle’s personal guard. Her hair is blonde, her eyes are blue, and her face is the same shape as her older sister’s, but she is taller, at ninety-one years old.

Who do you think you are? This is my territory, I will not allow threats from a little princess like…

You are a miserable person who does not even care about his own species, they are on the verge of extinction and yet you prefer to continue shedding even more b***d, you are a fool!

Bitch, what do you want? As far as I remember, this war started because of you!

“We are not here to deal with the past,” says Angèle, interrupting the discussion between her sister and the genuine alpha. “My people are tired of this war, we want to live in peace, to see our children grow up.”

If it’s up to me, I’ll tear each one’s head off, and I’ll start now!

Within seconds, Kratos leaves his human form and enters his lupine form, growling and preparing to attack the princesses.

“One hour you will fall,” Angèle speaks and makes a sign to her sister.

-Patent portae eu regnum-Lorena recites the words from her jewelry amulet.

A light turns on, blinding everyone present, and in less than two seconds the princesses are back in their castles. Far from lupine territory.

Kratos returns to his human form, his hatred growing even more. Without Bloodstain’s womb he will have no heir to him, and without an heir, the goddess will triumph over him, and this he will do everything to prevent.

Walking naked through the corridors, it is now customary for the slaves to see their master parade as he came into the world. And even though he has a shapely body, to them he is just a walking trash. Kratos goes to his room, he wants to relieve himself somehow. And the b***d of humans is not enough.

The genuine lunam has just come out of the bathroom and is combing her hair, her eardrums detect the sounds of footsteps and her nose smells her hate-filled companion from afar. Kratos opens the door to her lair with one blow, and closes it in the same way. Kathe doesn’t dare look at him, but she is surprised when his large hands grab her wrists and throw her brutally onto the bed.

“Open for me, now,” Kratos speaks rudely.

Kethe doesn’t answer anything, she just lifts her dress and opens her legs, leaving herself completely exposed to Kratos. She possesses her without a k**s, without caresses, just hard and fast thrusts into her partner. He only stops when she touches his face, seeking a more affectionate contact.

He doesn’t want affection, he doesn’t want hugs, he doesn’t want words, he doesn’t want anything more than his heir. The years go by, and seeing that all his efforts go to waste makes him show even his partner the darker side of him. A side Kathe had never seen, at least not with her.