The Alpha King's Claim

Chapter 86

The Alpha King’s Claim chapter 86 by desirenovel

Serena

“You’re biting off more than you can chew, Nevannir,” I hurriedly said. “I’ve always thought of you as an

intelligent man. I never expected you to be delusional too.”

“I’m a visionary, Priestess Serena, and my visions see you by my side as my queen,” he finalized.

“Return me to my body, now,” I ordered, my ears done with hearing his delusions.

He tsked and shook his head slowly, “I’m afraid I can’t.”

His eyes became hooded, finally showing the darkness in his soul. Instant chills crept up my nape. I

expected him to be righteous, but it seemed his definition of righteousness differed from the normal.

Fuck.

“You will have to stay here until King Aero butchers Geraden, Queen Adna, and the rest of the High

Elders,” he went on. “He’ll do the dirty work for me.”

I hauled in a deep, confident breath.

“Yes, he would kill them, make no mistake in that,” I said sharply, “but he’ll also figure out I’m trapped in

this plane. He’ll come to rescue me and your pathetic little charade will be over.”

He scoffed in response.

“I wouldn’t be too confident, Serena. To address your mate bond with that wolf, I already created a

plan. The fae army will slaughter him and all of Phanteon. Once he’s dead, you will be free and I can

undoubtedly possess you.”

This time, my anger really did spike up.

“Hmf, you’re not only delusional but psychotic too,” I lashed, my knuckles turning white. First, Geraden.

Second, Sofia. Now, him. Great.

“Release the fae army from their eternal sleep, Priestess,” he stated, pointing to the live statues spread

as much as my eyes could see.

I sneered at him. “You honestly think I’ll do that?”

“Hm-hmmm,” the sudden sing-song sound he produced caused my brow to arch. “I figured you’d say

such,” he continued, smiling, just as he pulled out something under his clothing. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Remember this?” He lifted the object in the air for me to see. My eyes immediately rounded.

“My bracelet!” I exclaimed. At the back of my head, I recalled how I left that said jewelry in my bedroom

the evening of the masquerade ball and actually never got to wear it again. It had slipped my mind and

now I understood why.

“Since your memory has returned, of course, you know what this is for,” he stated and I knew it to be

true. I remembered how the High Elders used that God-forsaken jewelry to force out the truth from their

subjects, exactly like Wonder Woman’s lasso of truth.

“However, King Aero doesn’t know that I tweaked this bracelet a bit,” he confessed.

I narrowed my eyes at him. What a fucking sly pest.

“When King Aero talked about you and when he showed me the filliyaens, I quickly deduced the facts.

There was no question you were Ehnrelil’s lost rogue priestess. Your guardian spirits never make a

mistake.”

Effortlessly, he plucked one gem out of the bracelet. If my memory serves me well, those gems were

supposed to be a beautiful sapphire blue, now it had turned to a blood red.

“These gems contain some of your life energy and blood, Serena,” he explained, granting me the

answer right away. “While you wore them, it was able to harvest enough,” he grinned and turned to

face the sleeping figures below. “Enough to release this army from your spell.”

“Oh really?” I haughtily laughed. “You forget, only a priestess can do the incantation,” I reminded.

“Of course,” he then clucked his tongue, “I’m highly aware of that. That’s why Athyllane is here to do it

for you.”

The mere mention of her name heated my belly and boiled my blood. Nevannir tipped his head to the

side and looked past me.

On instinct, I turned around and stepped backward.

My beast friend and I exchanged gazes. She gave me a wicked smile as she waltzed her way to

Nevannir, brushing my ghostly shoulder. She wore a skin-tight maroon jumpsuit in fae design, same-

colored ankle boots, and a black trench-coat looking garment. Her hair was in a tight high ponytail and

as I glared at it, my fingers itched to pull them out of her scalp.

“Bitch, I’m going to kill you…” I seethed, sending her my burning aura.

She puffed and rolled her eyes. “Oh please, spare me the threat, Serena. As you are right now, you are

powerless and worthless.”

“Wait until I get back to my body and then I’ll make you squeal in pain,” I lashed, curling my mouth into

a hiss. I felt my wolf inside and it was snarling too, totally ready to redecorate this woman’s skin like

waffles.

To my…well, disgust, I watched as Nevannir and her lip-locked. Oh, figures. It was the most cliché,

most predictable development I had ever encountered, but yeah, they suit each other perfectly. A bitch

for a bastard, I should say.

After minutes of torture, they finally stopped. Nevannir gave her the gems and she brought them, palm

up, in front of the motionless army.

If I could, I would have stopped her by now. I would have already kicked her ass and brought her down

just so I could stop her from chanting the ancient incantation, but she was right, I was powerless in my

form. I couldn’t do anything but stare in fuming rage as she started spilling the resurrecting words.

An energy glow appeared from her hands first. It was yellowish, almost neon-like. Then, a shimmer of

red–probably from my blood–enveloped her whole arm. It traveled down to her legs and into the

crystallized ground. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop there. It continued and doubled in size when it reached

the first few statues of fae knights.

Once these red shimmers entered their nostrils, one by one their eyes opened.

I clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes as minutes later the whole army woke up from their deep

slumber. They looked initially lost, clueless, but then Nevannir stepped forward, lifted his hands up in

the air, and captured their attention.

“Welcome back, proud knights of Ehnrelil!” he cried out.

Sofia cast me a haughty look, trying to slap her achievement on my face, but I lifted my chin up and

sneered at her.

“I, Nevannir, guardian of Ehnrelil, stand before you to guide you. Centuries may have passed but you

are as strong as ever. I can feel the concentrated energy flowing inside all of you. You have become

even more invincible. Our king, King Alduin, still yearns for his death to be avenged.”

At the mention of it, the knights started bobbing their heads. Nevannir surely knew the sins of Geraden,

but I already anticipated he’d lie straight on the warrior’s faces.

“Remember your hatred for the werewolf and lycan race!”

There. Fuck. Right on the dot.

“Remember the ultimate order of Queen Adna! Attack the Kingdom of Phanteon! A King for a King!” His

voice, full of drama, boomed all over the cave.

The knights, sold by his theatrical performance, erupted in a thunderous battle cry.

My heart leaped at the awesome sight. Part of me was proud of the fae’s military power, but another

part of me also felt confident that my werewolf and lycan people could defend themselves. I was sure

they would win.

I aimed for a less bloody outcome in this battle thinking that the fae army would still be sleeping, but

since now they have awakened, I realized that would be close to impossible.

Unless of course, I escape in this spiritual cage Nevannir had placed me on, but how?

“Lead the army to their new king. I’m sure Geraden would be ecstatic to see this,” he instructed to my

beast friend.

She enthusiastically nodded. “Of course, he would.” She cupped his chin, tiptoed, and planted a

tongue-thrusting kiss on him. I almost gagged upon witnessing the sight.

“I’ll see you later,” she added thereafter with a suggestive smile.

Like what I learned in the past using ancient fae magic, she hovered above the warrior’s heads and

opened up a number of portals for them to cross.

While this was happening, Nevannir neared me and acted like he was about to caress my face. With a

frown, I didn’t move knowing he couldn’t touch me. Being a temporary phantasm sure has its

advantages.

“Does Bitch Sofia know you are two-timing?” I asked.

Nevannir simply shrugged his shoulders and said, “She thinks I’m merely toying with you.”

“She’s a dumb woman then,” I spewed, my voice like poison. Directing my eyes again at the scene

behind him, I saw the one mentioned disappear into the portal. I internally promised myself to hunt her

down the moment I get out of this plane.

“Serena, you were like a little mouse in the past. So frail. So easily emotional. So easily bullied,”

Nevannir started, taking back my attention. “But you suddenly became confident, strong-willed,

determined, and I like that about you. In good time, you’ll see that we complement each other. We

make for the best couple to become King and Queen of Ehnrelil.”

“Even in your dreams, Nevannir, that wouldn’t happen,” I told him.

“Hmm, I don’t dream, Precious. I’m a guardian remember?” he cracked another grin at me before

turning around and stopping near a new portal he created. “Get cozy in this cave for the meantime.”

“Where are you going? Let’s chat some more!” I mocked.

“I’m afraid I can’t miss the battle of the century, Serena. I must see it, but don’t worry, I’ll bring your

body when I get back.”

I hissed again. His threat hit a nerve, yes, but I was more than confident Aero wouldn’t allow that to

happen.