The Lycan Series
Bullied By The Lycan King Chapter 39

Axel's POV

"Some of the slaves in my pack tried to revolt a few days ago, I had to slaughter them!" Alpha Fergus from the eastern pack bellowed. "These humans are becoming more daring as the years go by, we must make even stricter laws against them!" Alpha Kasper added. "Yes! They should all be killed!" Alpha Fergus thundered.

My eyes remained fixed on the door, my ears listening to them but my mind only got irritated by their reports.

"Alpha Fergus, forgive me but don't you think if we slaughter all of them, then we will lack greatly in labor?" Aaliyah's calm voice filled the room.

"You only say that because you deal in the business of selling slaves and breeders! We can't afford to put our reign in jeopardy because someone wants to stay in business!" He bellowed and the room fell into murmurings as everyone suddenly had something to

say.

A few of the Alphas and Betas present believed that Fergus was right while a good number supported Aaliyah.

Greg looked at me and I knew he was signalling me to speak but I waited for a great part of my anger to settle before I spoke.

Fergus was known to be too hard on his slaves and I had warned him several times on this. They were slaves and should be handled with an iron fist but not treated like animals. As much as I hated them, I preferred a fairer rule. Most of them were victims just as we were victims.

When I was a captive in their camp, I had seen a good number of humans suffer the same treatment as my kind. So technically, it came down to personal agendas and not race or species-as my mother used to say.

Just because their rulers had been foolish enough to mess with my father and the old Alphas before us, it didn't mean that we had to be as cruel as they were. The noise around me only grew louder and I finally decided to end it

I took a deep breath and slapped my hands on the table. As the echoes of the sound I made resonated around the table, everyone sealed their lips.

I raised my eyes and for the first time since the meeting started, they rested on Fergus.

"Fergus," I started, my voice taking the effect of the calm before a storm. "What caused this uproar in your pack, to the point your slaves thought to revolt?"

A deafening silence filled the room as everyone turned to look at him. Everyone knew that his reply had to be very well constructed because they were all aware of my rules -a wrong reply could lead to his death. Blind use of power was totally frowned upon. I wasn't a dictator, in fact, I was curbing the world of every dictator until I found my family.

Most of them hated me, just because my mother was human too and according to them, she had sold us to the enemy. But none could say it to my face and I cared less about their opinion.

"Well... They were..." He looked to his side and Kasper, who had started supporting his cause, turned his eyes away. "They complained about not having enough to eat," he finally blurted out. I brought my hands to the table and folded my fingers together, letting my anger move away before I spoke.

"Fergus, is there a famine in your pack?" I asked him. I didn't raise my voice but the question echoed in the room, sending a tension so thick no one wished to be in his shoes.

He swallowed audibly and got to his feet without being asked.

"No... Yes I mean no. We don't have a famine my King but you see they don't deserve-"

I corked my head to the side and he held back the nonsense he was about to spill. "If there is no famine. Why are your slaves complaining?"

Beads of sweat formed on his head and once again he looked to Kasper for help but his friend even shifted away from him, leaving him completely alone to face the heat I was sending to him. "They are just ungrateful little fools, my King! I give them enough... But they always complain..." Our eyes met and he quickly lowered them but he was late, I had already seen the lies in them. "Okay. I will send Hilda, one of my most trusted workers to your pack to verify this issue then. And for your own sake, I hope she reports what you just said," I breathed.

I could have killed him right there and then, but he was an alpha and at this point of the revolution, I needed them to trust me. Such a display of anger would only push others away.

Blood drained from his face and I grinned already anticipating his kill.

"If no one else has something to report, I will have to end this meeting because I have other things to attend to," I said.

Another wave of silence descended heavily across the table and slapped my hand on the table one more time as I got up.

"Good, until our next meeting," I said and started heading to the door.

Greg already pushed the doors open for me to step out and as soon as I was out, we started heading to our vehicles.

The meeting wasn't done in the capital. We had picked a location closer but safe for everyone, the old palace.

As I walked through the old walls, my heart squeezed in pain I could never heal from. Nobody ever healed from pains like this... Maybe if I found my family again, then it would heal but for now, it remained and I tapped energy from that pain. It was the drive keeping me strong. It was what gave me the strength every day to keep leading these people despite their disgusting behaviors.

We got to our cars and Greg pulled the door open for me but before I could step in, Aaliyah's voice stopped me.

"My King," she said behind me.

I turned around to her and beckoned to her to straighten up. "Yes, Aaliyah," I said as I studied her face.

"I don't know how to mention this but," she paused and looked at Greg, then turned to me again.

"The rumors about a new Lycan in the west are growing louder. My King, such a threat can only be erased once you get an heir," she said, her voice firm.

My heart skipped and it wasn't because she mentioned the fact about an heir. No, it was the new Lycan rising.

I turned to my vehicle and settled into it but before Greg could push the door closed, I looked straight at her.

"Do we know who this Lycan is?"

She looked at Greg and then to the ground. "No, my King. It's far from the north where I am posted."

I was quiet for a few moments and then signaled to Greg to close the door. Just before the vehicle moved, I looked through the window at her.

"Don't worry Aaliyah. We will sort out the situation. No one is taking the throne from my family," I said to her and she nodded.

As the car zoomed off in the distance, I saw her figure remain in the spot, probably worried sick for me.

A scoff escaped my lips and I settled my back into the car seat.

"You replace the situation funny, Axel?" Greg asked beside me.

A grin spread across my lips and I shrugged. "I know it seems crazy but I feel like this new Lycan in the west is someone from my family."

My eyes opened and I looked at him. "What are the odds, Greg? My family had been running for decades. No other Lycan had emerged -except a few fakes," I added, considering the story my father had told me about a man named Desmond. "Well, that shouldn't even be the top of our problems because we have others," Greg said.

From the tone in his voice, I understood that we had a serious matter to deal with

"Don't tell someone is going to try and sabotage Hera's funeral today?" I was already getting irritated.

His face was straight without a crack. "No, not that. The problem lies in her autopsy result."

My brows narrowed at this point. "What about her autopsy result?"

He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. "She overdosed on a certain drug that existed long before the revolution. A pregnancy removal or preventive medication," he said.

My eyes almost popped as I widened them. "Hera was f*****g pregnant?" I growled.

"No, she wasn't. But we found traces of the said drug in her system. The doctors believed it was self-induced, that's why she overdosed."

This just got even more complicated than I would have wanted it to be. "What the f*****g hell? Why would she do that?"

"The possibilities are endless but I am concerned with who gave her that drug. It is an old one similar to the one recorded by Hilda's mother long ago..."

"Sara?" I blurted as my mind went to the kind Old woman.

Greg nodded and I saw the sad smile on his face before he quickly hid it away. "Yes, Sara had found a similar drug-induced infection in Avalyn -your mother-before she got pregnant with you and it was something only important people could get. At the time, it was Willow, your father's first mate."