Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia
Chapter 8
Chapter 8: Grace: Exhausted
As it turns out, there's some sort of massive event happening. The Lycan King is coming.
No one knows why, but there are a lot of whispers. He's been without a new mate for a long time, and has no heir. He's probably on the search for a mate, or so the rumors declare. Then again, the same rumors claim he killed the last one, so I'm not sure how reliable the gossip mill is.
Wolves aren't exactly like humans; their positions aren't handed down solely because of bloodline. A wolf must be an alpha to lead, but not all alpha fathers sire alpha children. Also, females can be an alpha wolf—in theory—but are never accepted as leaders in their own right.
Alphas and Betas, as the leaders of a pack, are always an alpha wolf and beta wolf in designation. There can be many alphas and beta designations within a pack, but only two wolves carry the title.
It's enough to make a human's head spin, but it all makes sense once you're living within a pack, as I am.
With all that said—it is rare to ever produce offspring of higher designation than the parents, though it isn't uncommon for them to be of lower strength. So, two betas can't make an alpha. And two omegas can't make a beta. At least, that's the general rule.
So, in order to have a Lycan Prince—the Lycan King needs an heir.
Though, if one were to ask what happens when a Lycan King dies without one—well, I have no idea. I don't pay much attention to the Lycan court. I'm struggling enough to live in a wolf pack as a human.
"That's enough for today. Clear out!"
The overseeing wolf's bark cuts through the humid evening air. My shoulders sag with relief, the weight of exhaustion settling deep in my bones. I drop the shovel, my blistered hands screaming in protest as I flex my fingers.
dirt cake my skin, mingling with streaks of blood from the cuts littering my
thought of the long walk back to the omega lodge makes me want to curl up
there's no one who will protect me at the omega lodge, at least I
pack bustles around me, their excited chatter about the Lycan King's impending visit grating on my nerves. To them, it's a momentous occasion. I'm sure the she-wolves who didn't find their mates during the Mate Hunt are primping and prepping in hopes of becoming a Lycan Queen. None of them seem to care about the widespread rumor
is just another
water while doing manual labor. The thirst is almost worse than the hunger, my throat
lodge is out of the question—it'll be crawling with visiting wolves. My old room in Alpha's
laugh tears at my dry
forever. It's impossible. Living here as a human
welcome me, no comforting scents of home-cooked meals. Just the acrid stench of unwashed bodies and stale
finicky about their hygiene, but those at the bottom of the pack
slip inside, praying I can make it to the showers
well. Look what the
tracks. She's standing in the darkness, her eyes glinting in the dim light. "You smell terrible. Are you
retort. Arguing will only make things worse. "I just need to shower and
sleep. The kitchens need scrubbing before the Lycan King arrives. Can't have any human stink offending his
sinks. "But I
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