Spurned Luna’s Return: On Your Knees, Alpha Chase

She looked stumped at his words, “Danger? Why? Just because that lady turned out to be the stinkpot that escaped from this pack and even our son’s rejected mate? Even if he’s in pain from her rejection, he can still fight, okay? We aren’t second-ranked for nothing,” she reassured.

Blake shook his head, “No, it’s not that. It’s quite… complicated, Anita.”

She cocked her eyebrows, “Really?”

He nodded, “Yeah, really,”

“Then make it easier, make me comprehend what’s going on,” she requested.

“That female… she’s not an Omega wolf.”

His mate frowned, “What are you saying, husband? Chase dragged her by her tail to this land, remember? She was a freaking Omega!”

“That’s a wolf that simulates the look of an Omega,” Blake clarified.

“What? There’s such a thing?” Anita was forced to sit on the bed, looking stunned. “How is that possible?”

Blake sighed, sitting on a chair opposite his wife before disclosing, “She is an Olmpha, my dear.”

“Olmpha?” Anita couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows and stop crossing her hands, placing them on the bed instead. “What’s an Olmpha?”

He answered, “A fearsome being. A Lycan is someone that can solo three Alphas casually but when serious can even deal with 10 at once.”

His wife nodded her agreement, “Yeah, I know that.”

He continued his speech, “But an Olmpha is much higher, miles ahead of a Lycan in wolf rank. A werewolf sovereign that commands authority over all other wolf ranks. And in their huge form, they have a maximum of four tails which is quite rare, commonly they have 2 and even so except for another Olmpha no one in the werewolf community can battle them. Do you see why I said our son is in danger now? Before that Lavana rejected him, she had proposed to fight him. Since her appearance became like that after leaving this pack then yes, she has become an Olmpha. And she is out for revenge, so she’ll definitely try to kill our son. Good thing I had him take that potion along with him.”

“What potion?” his wife asked.

‘Shit! I slipped up,’ he thought. “You must’ve heard wrong.” he nervously laughed.

She frowned, “Husband, you’re saying I’m hard of hearing now?”

He quickly waved his hands anxiously, “Sorry, I didn’t mean that.” with a defeated look he continued, “Fine! You heard right. To achieve this rank, I had a backer, I made a pact with a wizard from Wyzeli-Syndi Landia.”

“The kingdom of evil wiz bloods?” she frowned.

“Yes. With his service, I was able to advance from a tenth-ranked Alpha to second. That Brandon, he didn’t bother fighting me and just said he was defeated and I remained on second rank for several years before I decided to attack Moon Crest.”

“So what’s the use of that potion?” she inquired.

“That potion…” he sighed, “Its job is to help our son assume an Olmpha’s look and strength for 6 hours which will be more than enough, considering his experience in battle, to defeat that Lavana because she isn’t seasoned in battle and lacks experience. But there are side effects which he didn’t tell me. That mirror just now… it was my way of contacting him. I told him about our son’s predicament and wanted him to help if things got out of hand but…”

“He banned you and cut off your relationship together,” she finished his statement and he replied with a weak “Yes,”

She sighed, “Luckily I’m not the only one with a supporter.” she disclosed.

“What?” Blake’s eyes widened in marvel. Was he hearing wrong?

His wife took off the thin chain necklace around her neck and let the imperial jade pendant slide off it. She put the chain that she’d always had with her on the bed and hurled the pendant to the floor. Instantly it dashed to pieces and levitated. The bits then formed a tiny mirror.

“Enlarge,” she commanded and the mirror obeyed, becoming even bigger than the one Blake once possessed.

It glistened a bright red light and dimmed after a few seconds. Then a ghostly-looking spruce-haired woman seated on a majestic emerald throne was seen. She’s dressed in a black-coloured bodycon gown with high lace-up slits on both sides and vivid cassowaries on the fabric. She had gold jewellery on her ears, neck, hands and feet, all of them competing in sparkling. There was just a simple red hairpiece on her head and her hair was placed on one side of her shoulder and it even touched the floor despite being curly. Her long legs were crossed and her hands were placed on the back of two exquisitely carved golden lions which served as armrests. She stared back at them with a look of conceit. There were two males dressed in leather clothing, gently fanning the queen with bird feathers fans.

Seeing this, Blake whispered in surprise, “What? Your backer is…”

“Shh!” she motioned for him to be quiet and then mind-linked him. “Yes, she’s the queen of Wyzeli-Syndi Landia.”

“How?” he questioned in amazement.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ll explain later,” she stopped mind-linking him and focused on the woman in the mirror.

“Greetings, your majesty,” she curtsied. Blake also saluted the woman.

“It’s been a long time since you bothered to even say hello to me, sis.” the woman said in an eerie voice, not acknowledging their greetings.

“She’s your sister?” Blake mind-linked his wife in disbelief.

“Husband, she’s my sworn sister,” she revealed telepathically before replying to the woman.

“Your majesty, I’m really sorry for not saying hello this week. I’ve been caught up with the competition, you know.” Anita smiled as she stopped curtseying.

“Oh?” the queen raised an eyebrow, “If that is how it is, then you should be watching the competition. Why are you here, and is that your husband?”