Axe could see perfectly well how Karina's delicate hands tightened around the porcelain, trembling faintly. "Helplessness," Axe thought, even the alpha's scent grew stronger, there was a time when he knew such a feeling, but Karina was not all that she seemed, and Axe was curious, very curious, if he was going to live among the Ferets, he had to know who the dangerous ones were, who to show just a little match to, and who to keep in bounds."Why do you want to know?."rebutted Karina in a low tone and without a hint of alteration, as if any sign of previous annoyance had disappeared or never existed, the omega tried not to look surprised and just smiled,"You are his mother.""And you, prince, your future omega,"cleared Karina as if she wanted to stop to see the obvious."I don't know how you were raised, though I've heard stories about Asmax and seeing you, I want to believe you're more than the savages you tell."The alpha paused slightly, but her voice was forceful, like that of an e
KINGDOM OF ASMAXMONARCHY PARKTHIRTEEN YEARS AGO "Get the rhythm! Don't let your guard down, Erika!.”King Kellar's shout made a small Axe jump instead and he looked up to find his father's serious face and hard voice looking down at Erika barely entering her teens; he looked like he was about to start crying. Ax rested his arms on the edge of the boards that separated the stables and artillery barracks from the training wing, a huge circle of sand where royal guards and army enlisted men practiced, his lips tightening as his father yelled again. "I have told you a thousand times not to hesitate to attack!," his sister trembled and almost dropped the sword held by her small hands, Ax almost felt pity. Erika is thirteen and he is ten, but even with the age difference, and the fact that Erika had the older sister role, it seemed like Axe always looked out for her. "Never let your guard down, the enemy won't, he'll plunge his sword into your stomach or rip out your throat at the slig
KINGDOM OF ASMAX:Axe always knew his fate would be doomed from the moment his caste was decided by the goddess Luna and the god of wolves, to be born omega in a world like the one he had been born into was too much, even as the prince of a nation, it did not remove the curse of his lineage.OMEGA, it seemed a bad word that carried the soul, the coldness that constituted to be nothing more than the possession of the superior beings, the ALFAS, barbarians in their majority, full of unhealthy intentions, guilty of the greatest disasters, creators of calamities.Now, embraced by the cloak of the night, with the bright and splendorous goddess as a witness, he looks up and sees what could be said to be one of the few ancestral entities that inspire him faith.The god of the wolves, the father of all his race, to whom for years the subjects and the royal family have paid tribute, Fenrir.The king among kings, god of gods, who marks the beginning and the end, who puts them on earth and gives
"I felt the sonata of the horn last night, I imagine they have already made a decision regarding the political agreement."The silence at the table was simply icy, even the cutlery went to complete silence, the servants seemed to hold their breath, and the aromas of everyone mixed together was almost unbearable, Axe for a second wished he was anywhere else but there, as uncomfortable as he and his wolf could be, his scent was at the surface, his nerves and anger had not diminished and were making him almost impossible not to give off pheromones everywhere, right now they could pretend to be in a garden full of roses, He had never wanted to escape with such desperation, he had not been able to sleep all night, and Igna, his wolf did not stop moving around the spaces of his mind, he honestly doubted he could rest properly in what was left of his life, that together with his reduced appetite, perhaps would make him die of exhaustion before reaching Craenia.Morning had already arrived an
SEA OF THE DEADMARITIME BORDER BETWEENCRAENIA AND ASMAX.Long ago, when he was a little boy, his father once told him that there were always sacrifices to be made, and that in the face of these, when life puts you to the test, there were only two options, go straight ahead or turn back like a coward, or a wise man.«Everything will be fine, calm down», whispered the she-wolf calmly wagging her tail, lying on the ground, Axe could observe her in some kind of meadow in his mind, like a personal oasis, he took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on her beautiful white fur and blue eyes, «I am with you, live or die, but always together, remember», Axe nodded, it was a real thing.Once the pups reached the age of twelve to fifteen and manifested what would be their caste for the rest of their lives, they would work on contacting them with their inner wolf, until there was such a strong connection that they would act as one, even taking a life oath in which the wolf and human pledged to
KINGDOM OF CRAENIAOFREAFÉRET CROWN PALACE"It creates me immense pleasure to have you here, in the lands of Craenia, may the great Moon praise your presence here, prince omega Noir." recited Eric Arnaud Féret, current monarch and alpha leader of all Craenia, with a venia that Axe swore made the old wolf's back ache, but it was no less elegant than the one he himself would have made, wolves were superior, different and exquisite.Axe had had so many opportunities to travel, which allowed him not only to know foreign cultures, but also races: felines, birds, among other shapeshifters that had taught him many things, however, wolves were better preserved, they seemed to have a pact with life and the god Fenrir himself, which could be considered satanic, allowing them to age slowly, and in spite of everything, mostly, in good condition.Axe had to recognize that Eric, as well as his own father and so many other alphas, were a clear example. Eric's voice was the closest thing to an old r
Axe entered the rooms and sighed heavily, he had been there only five minutes compared to everything that awaited him, just the first day, he said to himself, and already I want to go back, go as far away as possible and never come back, yes, that was exactly what he would do if the reasons to stay weren't bigger, he ran his hand over his neck.His body ached, his she-wolf seemed to have entered some state of tranquility, thanks to Fenrir, he had had enough of her for the rest of the day, the distant growl in his conscience told him that Igna was not far away at all, he smiled, and tried to make a bun, which fell like a waterfall as soon as he let his hair down.He looked around, the room was spacious, bright, but so plain that the humblest huts in Asmax would be offended, he took off his boots and let his feet kiss the floor, it was wooden and felt cold against their soles, the curtains were red, so bright you could tell they were bathed in frezca blood, he touched them: they were no
KINGDOM OF CRAENIAMONARCHY: FERETThe sun has risen again over Craenia, after a long day filled with presentations, news, and a night that, according to many, passed too quickly. The sun has made its presence known alongside beautiful white clouds that rest in the blue sky, accompanied by the vast and calm sea.In the palace, it is considered a day like any other. The servants, up early, carry out their tasks while the king, who seems to have some strange pact with the sun, appears in the hallways as soon as it rises. It's as if being in bed until seven in the morning is sacrilege, a stark contrast to the queen, who always tries to rest as much as possible.After so many years serving the Feret monarchy, the majority of the servants knew that she didn't spend her time sleeping but rather reading and looking out at the horizon through her huge and ornate balcony, which was filled with butterfly flowers brought from the Caribbean island of Bacub, and blue roses imported from the northe