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

Wyzeli-Sindi Landia’s imperial treasure building.

King Drake had just materialised in the main hall where the most precious treasures of the kingdom were kept. But to his shock, everything in it was gone, except a wooden bench that he was sure didn’t belong to the kingdom.

He looked at the unrepentant couple, not too far from him, with a face that announced max-level spite.

“You… how dare you purloin the land’s treasures?” he barked, pointing his sceptre at them.

“Old king, when you and your rats invaded my homeland, took lots of our treasures, and when we asked you to give them back, did you kindly do so? No! Instead, you caused a military friend of mine to die among the others who were hard-lucked that month. You brought me and my darling mate in here without the need for a jade pass. Of course, I must thank you. If not for your order, I wouldn’t be able to collect these treasures and burn down your food storehouses,” Phoenix smilingly replied before launching a black mist sphere, without warning, at the warlock which the latter dodged, albeit with some difficulty. Still, he wasn’t deterred.

“You actually chose us over your people. I must say you’re really ‘wise’,” Lavana mocked, further riling the king. Seeing the silver chest in her hands, his desire to take the duo down increased.

As long as he lays hands on that chest, he would become invincible among all supernatural races. It was too excellent to ignore!

“It’s this thing in my hand that you’re after, isn’t it?” she questioned. He didn’t reply, but the hankering in his eyes established it.

“Well, you can have it then,” she surprisingly threw the chest casually to the king.

Although he was cynical about why she let go of it so easily, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to become more powerful.

Letting go of his sceptre for a moment, he caught the chest with both hands, looking thrilled.

Contrary to what Phoenix expected, the king wasn’t sent flying backwards. He wondered what could be the reason…

The king on the other hand was enraptured as he attempted to open it, only for him to feel sudden, intense pain in his chest.

“Your wrong desire brought about your downfall, Oh king!” Lavana’s words made him look at her again.

He saw her nine tails had made an appearance and two of the tails were holding his sceptre that was now broken into two. The large emerald gemstone that was once at the tip, had been crushed to bits on the marble floor.

“Rylio!” he shrieked in distress as his knees gave, his lower lip and hands quivering.

In a moment of covetousness, he’d lost his precious sceptre. He was already injured before this happening; Death wasn’t far from him. It was just too bad that he didn’t have a successor as his twin sons, Claude and Fred had been mysteriously murdered while on a mission years ago.

Additionally, he’d never thought of getting a second wife or mistress to help him out with the heir issue.

Wiz bloods had a longer lifespan than the werewolves and many other shifter races like foxes and bears (both now extinct).

Today, bringing this vicious pair into his empire with the objective of dealing with them, he’d begetted chaos and great loss in his kingdom.

His demise also would surely mean the decline of the dark wiz bloods. Before a new King would even sit on his throne, undoubtedly blood will be shed.

One moment he was still the haughty wiz king, and at this juncture, he suddenly was so close to his grave.

But he noticed something gleaming a dull pinkish light on Phoenix’s right brow for a jiffy before disappearing like it was never there. This brought him some solace in his heart.

“So what if I’m going to die? You, Savage Lord don’t know what’s coming, do you? Hahaha! I can feel it; You’ll join me soon. Even if you do not, that mate of yours won’t have an easy life either. Antero didn’t die in vain. You will suffer. Hahaha!” he laughed frenziedly as blood flowed from his mouth.

“What is he saying?” a bemused Lavana asked as she observed the king’s laughing while pointing at them.

“Don’t mind him. He’s just trying to scare us,” Phoenix smilingly dismissed the crazed king’s claims.

“Come, let’s find our way out of here. After today, this evil land will never be the same,” Phoenix said as he levitated with his mate following suit.

“I’ve long obtained the required pass from that general Karlh. So our leaving is now much easier,” he further clarified to which she nodded.

“Fantastic,” she responded, letting him put his left hand around her waist as they flew out of the treasure hall.

Minutes later,

Now that they were finally out of the dark wiz kingdom, they both exhaled in relief as they landed on the cliff close to the seal that prevented outsiders from getting into the kingdom.

“Lavana to be honest, that serpent demon, I couldn’t gauge its level. I only know I can’t beat it and neither can you. Since it was awakened, the faster we left the land, the better it was for us,” he revealed.

Nodding sagely, she replied, “I see! Cephina did say that the snake was powerful,”

“True. Um… I’ve been wondering why that king wasn’t sent flying by the chest in your hands,”

Cephina appeared in front of them to answer his question, “Well, the blue chest repels whoever touches it except its guardian and the right race,”

“The right race? Is it because I’m a tribrid?” Lavana asked.

“Well… yeah. As for why this smaller silver chest didn’t hurt the king, well, it isn’t sealed with a repelling mechanism like the bigger one. But I’m pretty sure what’s inside can never be possessed by anyone other than the right race. So you’re the one to open it. But don’t do so here. I’ll tell you when we’re in the right place,” turning to face Phoenix, she continued, “For now, I think should keep it for her,”

“Okay,” he nodded his concord and his mate handed the chest to him. Then he gently kept it in his storage ring.

“Alright, I’m going back to slumber,” Cephina lastly spoke before she disappeared.

Phoenix took out Enzo and helped Lavana sit on it as it levitated, “Isla dear,” he called affectionately.

She tittered, “Yes, Sullivan?”

“Where do you think we should go first?” he asked as he sat beside her, his right hand around her waist.

Now that they were out of danger, there was no need to rush…

“I believe catching up with the others at least is best,” Lavana replied to which he nodded his agreement.

“Let’s do that. And I’m pretty sure my men must have told my parents about them having a daughter-in-law,” he pointed out.

“Oh!” she widened her eyes in realization and added, “I’d like to pay them a visit then. I should have long done that. And I want to see Beatrix again,”

“Alright then,” he planted a peck on her left cheek before Enzo sped away at max speed.

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Mhazet road.

This was a deserted road also, not that far from Falla Hills Road.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

At the shoulder of this road, close to a fenced abandoned structure, two black jeeps were parked.

Falla Hills road was really long, they’d just exited it but the drivers decided to wait at the shoulder, as all 5 men were hoping that perhaps the couple would show up. It just… didn’t really sit well with them to go on like that without any disturbance from another paranormal race, while the couple might be fighting for their very lives.

“What do we do if they don’t come today?” Dante asked as he stared at Carmelia’s husband.

The latter half-shrugged, “We’ll wait. It’s the least we could do,” said Rolandro with a sigh. All five were seated on the bonnets of the two vehicles.

“I really hope they are okay,” said Zyair with a troubled countenance.

“Phoenix is the Savage Lord. At least, they should survive, no matter the peril. But how long will it take for them to escape unscathed?” said Mel with arms crossed, his eyes looking in the direction of Falla Hills Road.

“If they don’t come today, should we find the nearest hotel and lodge?” Oliver questioned.

“We’ll do that. But I think we might need to solve a problem,” Rolandro said as he hopped off the bonnet, cracking his neck and knuckles, “Seems some idiots are so desirous of a proper beating. As benevolent souls, why don’t we satisfy their craving,” he said smilingly. His palms were itching at this point.