The Alpha's Temptation

Alphard leapt over his men, bit them, sank his fangs in a few and clawed his way out as fast as possible. But in the sea of Nyxers that were all going out, he could hardly succeed. He roared at his men to obey his command to give him way, but would his men listen? Everyone was in a hurry to leave after the chaos that were the fireballs.

But as soon as he reached the exit of the large crack, a fireball was hurled in that direction and hit the werewolves that were behind him. It got attached to one of them and blasted. Blood curdling shrieks emanated as more bodies exploded. Limbs and fur and hair and flesh fell on him.

With every kernel of energy he was left with, Alphard ran out of there, panic and terror setting in. He didn't want to die. Not so soon. If he survived this attack, he was going to go to his king and ask him to leave his useless war and rather focus on changing things in the Kingdom of Hydra, like giving equal rights to women, like letting Nyxers mate or marry.

When he reached the exit and was about to leap ahead and out of it, he turned back to see the mayhem. He shouldn't have. That one second cost him. A fireball came along his way and if he had jumped and left, it would have attached to another Nyxer, but it came right over his face.

"Noooo!" Alphard shouted as it burned through his skin. He tried to claw it out, but it exploded, killing Alphard. Every wish he had in his life came to an abrupt end.

Soon each and every Nyxer left the field. The three faes flew to the wall and using their magic, they lifted every piece of debris and whatever gore was there and slammed it in the holes, reconstructing the wall all over again. It barely took a few minutes but when the wall was up again, it was red. It was a message to the Nyxers that they shouldn't think of coming to this side, else they will be met with the same consequences.

The commanders who survived the attack by the faes were visibly shaken when they reached the king. They had never witnessed such horror in their long lives. The faes were cruel and had immense power. They related every and each incident to Felis who remained standing till they finished with his hands clasped behind him. He was... shocked to hear about Alphard's death. His General had been with him for so long that it was impossible for him to think of any men to fill the void. Felis couldn't help thinking that this was just the beginning.

"We will not attack for the next two days," was all he managed to say, his throat burning with an emotion he never thought he would feel at the loss of his most trusted man. The commanders bowed to him and left.

Felis asked for his horse to be brought and as soon as his soldiers brought it to him, he mounted it and rode to the borders of Aquila. "No one follows me!" he shouted his order and disappeared into the blackness of the night.

If three faes could do so much damage, then he couldn't imagine what a large number of them could do. And how did they come to know that his army had attacked? He was so clandestine about the attacks, so sure that Aquila would fall at his feet in one night, that he wasn't feeling the gravity of the news of his defeat.

He reached the tall wall of the Aquila kingdom and stopped. In the dark night, he could see how red it had become. It contained the flesh and blood of his men. Strong waves of terror surged through him and a shudder passed through his body. He dismounted the horse and came near the wall. The blood had all caked up. He had never seen such carnage.

He closed his eyes and touched the wall's exterior. Wet blood coated his hand. He started chanting dark spells. Deep purple light flowed out of his hands and traveled to a few points on the wall. Every piece of flesh and blood and fur and limb that belonged to Alphard broke the wall and came out and dropped at his feet.

Felis sank on his knees after chanting the dark spell and spat blood out of his mouth--a price he had to pay to use dark magic. He collected every piece and gave it a proper burial. That was the least his General deserved.

Once finished, he rode back to his soldiers. And then he ordered them to construct tents. Felis took a long bath, removing every drop of blood from his body as he strategized for the next part. Since Aquila hadn't fallen, he knew it was time to focus on other kingdoms, but he had to be very clever.

He was going to target the faes. He was going to take them down one by one and for that he had to attack Pegasii. But he had to do it in a way that he killed every and each fae individually.

He also had to take care of the portal that was between the two realms. He had to close it somehow. And the only people who could help him close it were the monks of Cetus Monastery some of whom possessed dark magic. And so his first target was Cetus. Once he had Cetus at his feet, things would become easier.

The only problem was that between him and Cetus was the kingdom of Pegasii.

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"They are all gone, Your Highness," said one of the faes who was standing in the court of King Biham.

Biham had received the message from Princess Tarazed about the impending attack on Aquila.

Her spies had noticed a very slight movement on the other side of the border. They were not sure if the Nyxers would come towards Aquila or not. Tarazed didn't want to take a chance. She knew that if the Nyxers came, Aquila, being a small kingdom, would fall very soon. She didn't have much time to reach Draka and she approached Pegasii.