The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate

Sammel stands beside his wife in the Hall of the capital as he has several times before since his arrival here for the Alpha Council - a council which has failed totally, if recent events were anything to go by.

This time, compared to the other times Samuel has been in this room, however, the King himself is absent. In his stead, the King's Gamma George stands on the stage near the throne.

Most of the Alpha's survived the attack from the bear clan, though many of the lesser wolves of their entourage, such as their servants and slaves, did not. Only an alpha wolf has a chance against the strength of a bear, and even then it can be precarious. And enough silver bullets could kill any werewolf, alpha or lesser.

The King himself, arguably the most powerful of all the werewolves, was himself felfed in a rage of gunfire and a high fall.

The thought of King Caleb brings Harper to mind, which makes Samuel's stomach turn. She and Samuel could have escaped in the chaos. Samuel had given her the chance... and she threw it back in his face, instead choosing the man kidnapped her and kept her here. For years, since her disgrace, Samuel had tried to find ways of saying her, while spurning her sister at every turn. Had she not seen how he turned Leah away? He only changed his engagement because the elders in the pack commanded him to do so, but his heart always stayed with Harper.

And yes, maybe he had to act like she meant nothing to him, but that was only so people wouldn't be suspicious. He'd kept the necklace. Didn't she receive it? Why wouldn't his feelings matter to her? He was the one putting himself at the most risk, offering to run away from an alpha life for her, a slave.

She should have been honored and flattered by his sacrifice. She should have kissed him and thanked him, and cried with joy.

Instead, she chose to stay beside a bleeding-out monster.

Samuel hopes Caleb died in that alley.

Regardless, he will never be so foolish as

trust a

vixen like Harper again for as long as he lived.

This was why, when he returned to the capital, he sought out the closet where he had hid his wife while he went in search of her sister. He stayed with her there, waiting until the all-clear was given. Leah clung to him, fooking to him for guidance and protection, as a Luna should.

Leah is still mad at him for his oversight in protecting Harper first. He can see her reasoning, but as she told him in that closet, "We can fix things between us. But you have to let her go. Forever, this time."

"She means nothing to me anymore," Samuel told her.

"You've said that before..."

"It's the truth this time," he says, and hopes he means it, even though the words ping uncomfortably inside his chest.

Now, standing in the Hall, he watches as the other Alphas pacé and shout their concerns at George. Tensions are running high, and Alphas have little patience for uncertainty.

"We need to return to our own packs!" one of the alphas shouts. "If those bear bastards could attack the capital, they could attack anywhere!"

"It's for your own safety that you are kept here," George says. "We've secured the capital, but nowhere else. If you step even one foot outside, you could be killed. Then what will happen to your packs? With no leader?"

"We cannot be kept here," another Alpha says. "This place is no safer than anywhere else."

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That's where you are wrong George replies, "Have you not noced the increase in guard?"

The increase in unfamiliar faces was not the comfort George perhaps thought it was, New faces meant new unfamiliar smells. A Gamma might not understand, but Alphas' heightened senses would be put on edge, not comforted by the presence of the unknown and unfamiliar.

Even Samuel is sizing up some of the guards in the room. Something about them doesn't seem right... but he can't figure out why. One of the guards smelled like evergreen trees. Where in the kingdom do they grow evergreen trees? Isn't that a northern thing? "You still haven't explained where all of these guards came from says another Alpha, one that's older and calmer than most. Perhaps the most experienced wolf in the room, the Alpha of the Moonlake pack,

His daughter Sonya was severely injured in the attack. To anyone else, that might be a reason to back down, but this Alpha seems the type who would back down for no one and nothing. Not even to be at his injured daughter's side.

"If they were close enough to be here now, why were they not called in immediately to protect the king?" the Moonlake Alpha continues.

"It takes time to mobilize the reserves," George

answers smoothly. "Especially in the chaos of the attack.

The Moonlake Alpha does not seem convinced. "And in that chaos, you yourself ascended in power?"

"In the absence of the King and his Beta, someone had to step up.

"It could have been many other men."

"But it wasn't," George says. Though his voice is cool, his eyes narrow.

Samuel checks the guard again, who has a good hold on his gun watching the scene unfold.

"The guards listen to me now," George says. "And I will use them to protect you. All of you. Whether you like me or not."

With that, the Alphas and their guests are filed out of the room, commanded to return to their rooms. Samuel is relieved to have a few minutes alone to think. Leah, however, gives him no silence. She rambles as she paces the room we've been given. "I don't like this. Gammas are to follow the order of Alphas, not the other way around. If my father was here..."

Samuel doesn't care for Leah. She's selfish and loud, cruel with her opinions, with a distinct lack of compassion for anyone but herself. Yet, with hair and eyes like Harper, she is beautiful.

And willing. Perhaps Samuel has denied himself too long. His hopes for Harper have blown up in his face. She's off, likely fucking the King if he's alive. Why shouldn't he also have his fun?

"I don't want to stay here another minute, do you hear me? Samuel? Are you listening? Why are you looking at me like - mmf!"

Samuel silences her with a greedy kiss. She pulls away for a moment and slaps him across the face. Yet before Samuel can recover or react to that, she mutters, "Why did you make me wait so long you damn bastard," and jumps into his arms. They fall into the bed, shed their clothes, and tangle together.

Leah claws her sharp finger nails down his back as she screams very loudly and repeatedly, nearly pulling him from the

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She's over the top in everything, even this.

Still, she's soft and wet, and if he closes his eyes, he can almost imagine someone else.....

"That's where you are wrong" George replies. "Have you not noticed the increase in guard?"

The increase in unfamiliar faces was not the comfort George perhaps thought it was. New faces meant new unfamiliar smells. A Gamma might not understand, but Alphas heightened senses would be put on edge, not comforted by the presence of the unknown and unfamiliar.

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Even Samuel is sizing up some of the guards in the room. Something about them doesn't seem right... but he can't figure out why. One of the guards smelled like evergreen trees. Where in the kingdom do they grow evergreen trees? Isn't that a northern thing? "You still haven't explained where all of these guards came from says another Alpha, one that's older and calmer than most. Perhaps the most experienced wolf in the room, the Alpha of the Moonlake pack.

His daughter Sonya was severely injured in the attack. To anyone else, that might be a reason to back down, but this Alpha seems the type who would back down for no one and nothing. Not even to be at his injured daughter's side.

"If they were close enough to be here now, why were they not called in immediately to protect the king?" the Moonlake Alpha continues.

"It takes time to mobilize the reserves," George answers smoothly. "Especially in the chaos of the attack."

The Moonlake Alpha does not seem convinced. "And in that chaos, you yourself ascended in power?"

"In the absence of the King and his Beta, someone had to step up."

"It could have been many other men."

"But it wasn't," George says. Though his voice is cool, his eyes narrow.

Samuel checks the guard again, who has a good hold on his gun, watching the scene unfold.

"The guards listen to me now," George says. "And I will use them to protect you. All of you. Whether you like me or not."

With that, the Alphas and their guests are filed out of the room, commanded to return to their rooms. Samuel is relieved to have a few minutes alone to think. Leah, however, gives him no silence. She rambles as she paces the room we've been given. "I don't like this. Gammas are to follow the order of Alphas, not the other way around. If my father was here..."

Samuel doesn't care for Leah. She's selfish and loud, cruel with her opinions, with a distinct lack of compassion for anyone but herself. Yet, with hair and eyes like Harper, she is beautiful.

And willing. Perhaps Samuel has denied himself too long. His hopes for Harper have blown up in his face. She's off, likely fucking the King if he's alive. Why shouldn't he also have his fun?

"I don't want to stay here another minute, do you hear me? Samuel? Are you listening? Why are you looking at me like mmf!"

Samuel silences her with a greedy kiss. She pulls away for a moment and slaps him across the face. Yet before Samuel can recover or react to that, she mutters, "Why did you make me wait so long you damn bastard," and jumps into his arms. They fall into the bed, shed their clothes, and tangle together.

Leah claws her sharp finger nails down his back as she screams very loudly and repeatedly, nearly pulling him from the

moment.

She's over the top in everything, even this.

Still, she's soft and wet, and if he closes his eyes, he can almost imagine someone else...

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Soon, he topples over into his climax, a name on his lips.

It escapes him. "Harper?"

Leah goes very still. Then, furious, she shouts, "What the hell did