Page 56 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

Kyson comes up behind me and touches my shoulder. “We have fruit at home,” he whispers, and I nod, picking up a tomato.

“I know, but pay her, I am taking the lot,” I tell him, turning around, tossing it in the air, and catching it as I walk and stop in front of the stage.

“Kids,” I call out, and they all turn to face me.

“Grab some fruit,” they rush off, taking fruit from the shelves.

They all return as the buses pull up. “Now, to show you the same dignity you showed me, Alpha,” I tell them. Some of thechildren are eating their fruit while I chuck my tomato at the Alphas. My tomato hits Alpha Brock square in the face, splatting with an audible sound and covering him in tomato juices. Alpha Brock growls when Trey laughs before screaming out. “Food fight!”

Like a mini-army, the kids turn. Their eyes light up with mischief as they toss their fruit and vegetables at the Alphas. Who try to dodge their attacks but can’t step off the small stage. When they are finished, I tell the children to grab more fruit to eat as a snack on the way before helping load them onto the buses. Once that is done, I wander back over to the Alphas covered in bits of fruits and vegetables and juices.

“You will both step down as Alpha until a new one is appointed. And I…” I look at Kyson, needing his help. I’m not quite sure how to actually strip someone of their title.

Kyson’s aura rushes out, bringing them both to their knees. “I King Kyson of the Valkyrie Kingdom, hereby strip you Alpha Dean and Alpha Brock of your Alpha titles! I declare you both the very thing you despise. I declare you both rogue until you are accepted into another pack or your new Alpha declares you a pack!” Kyson says, stripping both of them of their titles.

“Wait! Wait! I will do better!” Brock begs, wanting to step off the stage, but he is stuck under my command.

“You may approach,” I tell him, and he jumps down and falls to his knees in front of me.

“Please! Please! I will do as you ask! Anything! Without an Alpha, this place will go to ruin” he begs, and I look at Kyson, who shrugs and tells me it is up to me. I bite my lip. Yet he has a point. They need an Alpha, or things could be even worse off than with the Alpha. I glance around to see Katrina hold up her hand behind Liam. She is technically Beta blood, and she is studying accounting. I smirk, knowing there is nothing Alpha Brock would hate more than having to answer to a woman.

“You answer to Katrina now. And until she deems you fit, you remain as rogues. You will also make sure she has time to finish her course and help her anyway she asks,” I tell him.

“She is a woman!” Alpha Brock snaps at me.

“Yes! But she is so much more than that. Now she is your Alpha!” I tell him, and Katrina smirks and folds her arms, and I look at Kyson, knowing he was the only one right now that could make this happen. He would have to teach me to give someone their titles because I had a funny feeling it wasn’t the same as stripping them of their mate bond. And I am right.

Kyson waves Katrina forward and gets her to kneel, and he slices his palm, letting his claws slip out on his other hand.

“Open your mouth open,” Kyson tells her, and she obeys.

He squeezes his fist, letting his blood drip into her mouth. Before he says a pledge, she repeats it before declaring her as Alpha. She gasps, clutching her chest, and falls backward on her bottom, and I could feel her aura slip out stronger than before, showing she was now in charge.

Alpha Brock roars, getting to his feet, and he charges at her, and she glares at him, rising to her feet calmly.

“Sit!” she orders, and he freezes, falling on his ass. Alpha Dean hangs his head, looking ashamed of his son’s behavior. While I am shocked at how easy it is for Katrina to command him. I hope it gets easy for me like that, and I would be able to have complete control of my aura and command as she does.

Chapter

Thirty

AZALEA

Once Kyson is sure Katrina has both Alphas under control, he escorts me back to the Limo, and I climb in the back and slide across the seat. My hands shake with adrenaline, and I feel a little giddy. The feeling wears off as the car starts. I glance out the window at the bus and the cars follow, however the bus heads down a different street, as the orphanage street is too narrow for the bus, with its low-hanging trees to fit. We slow a little as the orphanage comes into view out my window.

That place will never hurt anymore children. I unclip my seatbelt and tap on the window. Trey winds the glass window down and I tell them to stop. The car does and one of the other cars follows after the bus, while the other three stop behind us.

I open my door when Kyson grips the back of my pants. “You don’t need to go back in there. There is nothing there for you anymore,” he whispers, but I want no remnants left of this place.

“I know,” I tell him and he lets me go and sighs. I climb out as do the guards, taking positions around the cars. Trey comes over to me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. I shake my head, moving toward Liam as he steps out of the car.

“Have you got a lighter?” I ask knowing he smokes. He lifts an eyebrow at me.

“Terrible habit. Shouldn’t smoke when up the duff,” he tells me, and I roll my eyes and hold my hand out for the lighter.

“I’m not smoking.” I tell him, and he pulls a packet out before lighting a smoke.

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