Page 7 of His Lost Lycan Luna

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"I now sentence you both to death by beheading," the Alpha says, his voice ringing out across the crowd. The crowd cheers, and my stomach drops, though part of me knew it was coming.

Abbie clutches my fingers with hers. "Don't cry. They don't deserve your tears. We’re finally free," she whispers, barely audible over the cheering from the crowd.

The Alpha grabs my arm, leading me to a huge stone block. I can smell the blood on it as he shoves me down, pressing my forehead against it.

That is when I feel something hit my face before it splats on the stone next to me; a tomato.Bloody animals,I think, blinking back tears. The death of two girls isn’t enough for them? They have to humiliate us too? If this is how the world truly works, then I’m glad to be leaving it.

The Alpha drags his sword over the stone and I feel the cold blade press against my neck. To my horror, I feel that it’s blunt. I bite my lip to stop the sob that wants to escape me—trying to picture anything other than what is about to take place.

I recall a memory of the Spring Festival and let it flood my mind. Abbie and I had sat in our room but could hear the music. We wanted to go, wanted to know what it would be like to be part of the pack, even just once. However, Mrs. Daley refused, locking us in our room.

Instead, we pretended we were there and slow danced with each other while giggling and twirling each other around. I focus on that memory when I feel something placed over my head: a hessian bag. This is it. I am going to be free of my torment. Free of this life. I just hope the next life is better and Abbie will be with me there.

"What do you think you are doing?" A deep voice that makes the crowd go silent fills the air. I hold my breath before hearing a collective gasp from those watching.

"Putting this rogue out of its misery," Alpha Brock snarls. I try to look through the hessian bag but can't see much of anything.

"She is not even of legal age for this. Free her now," comes the voice, strong and unwavering.

"Under whose authority do you have the right to demand that of me?" Alpha Brock asks, the sword sliding off the stone with a loud clang.

"Are you questioning me, Alpha? I assure you, if you don’t heed my warning and let her go, I will be forced to takeyourlife. Now free her and hand her over to me," comes the voice, only this time, I feel a rush.

The stranger's aura bursts out of him as fast and powerful as a rushing river, and I hear the Alpha take in a sharp breath.

"Lycan," Alpha Brock gasps.

"Correct, and it is about time you recognized your superior, Alpha Brock," the man says.

"Pack law says we may decide how we choose to handle the rogues," the Alpha tries to argue, though I hear his voice diminishing.

"Yes, rogues of age. She has no wolf, or I would sense it. Now free her," the voice says, getting closer, and the Alpha laughs nervously.

"You have no authority here. This is my pack."

I can hear the tremble in his voice. What is with this guy? Most Alphas would’ve been smart enough to capitulate in the presence of a Lycan. He is speaking out of embarrassment. Lycans rule, they are the superior species, and my Alpha is treading dangerously into uncharted territory. Lycans, no matter their status, will always overrule any werewolf and can do mostly as they please.

"You dare speak to a Lycan like that? Have you forgotten your place on the chain of command, Alpha?" comes another voice. This man's voice was deeper, his tone oozing authority, and his aura made me whimper.

A hush falls over everyone, the place so silent even the wind seems to listen to his command. You could hear a pin drop, and I am suddenly too scared even to breathe loudly.

"I, King Kyson, order you to free her now!" The deep voice carries a sincere threat, despite how calmly he speaks to them. His scent wafts to me and my mouth fills with saliva at his tantalizing smell. I hear the Alpha whimper beside me before the sword falls from his hands, clanging loudly on the wooden stage beside me. I listen carefully, hearing footsteps move closer before I feel a presence behind me where Alpha had been. The aura coming out of whoever it is makes me tremble violently.

"You dare speak out against my Beta? Who do you think you are?" the voice booms menacingly. I feel someone grab my arm, pulling me up. Sparks rush over my skin, and I hear him gasp as my heart thumps loudly in my chest while I try to make sense of what is going on.

My legs tremble under the weight of his aura, his grip the only thing holding me upright when the bag is lifted from my head. I find everyone on their knees except the two, imposing Lycan men. One is the blond man from the orphanage. He is smiling at me. I look at the man holding my arm and my breath hitches when I catch sight of his silver eyes watching me strangely.

Instantly, I drop my gaze only to see my Alpha on his knees, cowering. The man holding my arm pulls me from the stage and down the steps before walking up the aisle between the rows of chairs.

However, I see that Abbie still remains on her knees, trembling at the uncertainty. The man lets me go, passing me off to the blond man, who grabs me. He doesn't hold as tight as the man who pulled me from the stage did.

The King drops his aura, and everyone takes a deep breath. The Alpha growls on stage, and I turn to look back over my shoulder as he grabs Abbie. Her shriek of terror makes me shove the blond man away when I see Alpha Brock push her over the stone and pick up his sword from the stage next to her head.

"No!" I choke out.

Panic seizes me, and instinctively I run to the man that saved me, or at least I think he saved me. I have no clue why he stopped the Alpha or what his intentions are with me, but I am alive because of him, for now. I at least trust in his power to change our outcomes, and I didn’t want to live in a world that doesn’t include Abbie.

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