King Mannix had no choice but to halt the son's Coronation, the proud smile he had on his face all day disappeared like a thief in the night, Duncan's mother Queen Meryl had surged out to hold the husband's hand for him to be at ease but he yanked her hands off him.
King Mannix called for his personal assistant to look for Duncan in every hole and inn. He needed an explanation for the sudden madness. This is a total shame to his name. He has lost his face among his people. What will they say? His son ran wild on his Coronation days? His son suddenly ran away because he is too feeble and can't handle a little pressure. How is he fit to be the next King?
"What do we do Mother? Kimora, Duncan's younger sister said.
"I'm sure your brother has his reasons, he was excited about this, something might have happened to him, you are the only one he might talk to, you should go find him, l will take care of your father." Queen Meryl mumbled worriedly, she had Kimora biting her lips nervously, what could be the reason Duncan would do something like this, this is an act of cowardice.
The commotion in the Pack was so overwhelming, the never-ending turbulence of what might have gone wrong on a day like this, Kimora sneaked out of the Packhouse with just the mother's consent, King Mannix will never agree for her to leave the Pack in times like this.
Some Elders are already condemning Duncan to be a traitor to the Pack, over their dead body will they have someone as incompetent as Duncan to be their King?
They had returned Omega Delmar to the solidarity prison, he struggled to sit up as his hands were still tied to the back, he mopped his lower body on the ground to get himself to lean against the wall, he was tasty for water and could barely decipher what had just happened to him.
Right from the day he was born to the day he bloomed in his 13 years, his life has always revolved around the fact that he know he won't live past 20 years so there was no need for him to try to live like other wolves, it was a constant reminder from his father that his breed is meant for riches, he has always known he that his destiny was meant for death.
Staying locked up like this was rather familiar to him, right from when his mother died it has been a usual thing for his father to lock him up and won't let him see the sun, he is used to being fed like a dog, that is what his father made him grow up with, his heat cycle is the most disastrous days, sometimes he wonders why hasn't died yet.
The heat is always uncontrollable and sensual, some days he would cum without even touching himself, and his father will always tie his hands and legs, so he won't have a chance to run away, or defile himself in the process.
He wasn't surprised that his father sold him, today was supposed to be his death day, what went wrong?
"Why did he run away all of the sudden, his intense stares were so obnoxiously threatening, l have never seen anyone with such daring yet beautiful blue eyes with a good amount of brown pigment, he is taller than the average warlock above 6.9ft, I'm sure l might be below his waist, he is Godlike, how can a Lycan descendant like him lock his eyes with mine tenderly, the worry on his face although that was the first time l had met him, his dark frost hair with a sleet mullet at his back, his fringe perm to the side of his, his perfect button shape nose that highlighted how beautiful a man can be.
My heart fluttered to his stares, I'm sure this is one of the reasons why Father kept me away, to keep me from feeling this way, my body tingled happily at his sight, and l felt a connection with him which had me whimpering nonsensically at the same l felt so empty with a shell with no inhabitant, he can't be my mate, right? Someone like me cannot be a mate to a Lycan, I'm not certain that the Moon Goddess would remember to give someone like us a Mate, we are only meant to use in appeasing her.
What happens to me now? Would l be killed because l wasn't fit for the sacrifice? Will l be spared? Even though l am, l don't have anywhere l would go, l would rather die than go back to Father's house." Delmar continued wallowing in his thoughts meanwhile Kimora knew if she doesn't find the brother at the waterfall near the west border, he will definitely be at his usual private inn with his group of friends.
Kimora was worried without many words in her mouth, Duncan wouldn't allow her through his mind either, so she went directly to the West border, Although the waterfall was restricted from locals and was only meant for royalty use only, Kimora was lucky to find Duncan laying his back on the dry grasses under the beautiful Lily tree that blooms every season.
"If you were running away, run to where nobody would find you, why come here Duncan," Kimora said sarcastically to the brother.
"I wasn't running away, l just needed some time to think," Duncan said, not trying to feel defeated, Kimora laid beside him letting out a sigh of relief.
"You know you can always talk to me, l understand you best and if there is any problem we can always solve it out together, Mother is worried about you, Father is ferocious and very bitter at the moment if l were you l won't go home for sometimes."
"I'm not bothered by Father's anger, l need him to postpone the coronation, l can't do it anymore and —-- never mind Kim," Duncan muttered restlessly and Kimora didn't need anyone to tell her that the brother had lost it.
"Are you dreaming, Duncan? That you think you can just wake and postpone the coronation to whenever you like?"
"It's not like l want to do that Kim, but l can't sacrifice that Omega that they brought earlier."
"And why is that? It their duty? And Father picked him out for you, he has all the features to be sacrificed."
"I will never allow him to get sacrificed because he is my mate."
"What?"