I Claim Your Love

Einar stepped out once again into the sand and dust of the open arena which was heavily stained with the blood of his previous victims. The audience cheered wildly while Einar raised his hand skyward as a greeting to the gathered thousands. Another prisoner was pushed ahead in the centre of the ring to meet the same fate as his predecessors and fellow inmates. Einar had already executed more than a dozen of these ferals with no help from his beasts. Wild response arosed from the audience as Einar bowed his head to the king. The men inside the arena now circled each other with ferocity and an unreadable expression. Einar looked at his friend for a moment while the feral took this distraction as an opportunity and shifted mid air accelerating towards his opponent. But the going to be Alpha was quick enough to move sideways and dodge the attack. He caught hold of his neck and squeezed it with his muscular arms until the body became motionless.

"And the winner of this bout- Einar Ragnar Knight." The game master announced.

The crowd erupted in cheers and thunderous applause while Garrick looked at his friend with enormous joy and pride. Einar once again bowed to the King-Stanislas and made his way through the exit of the arena. His friends and soon to be Alphas welcomed him with hoots and shouts while some even patted his back in encouragement and appreciation. He was the first in ages to compete in this competition and kill more than a dozen ferals all on his own, without shifting to his wolf.

The people of Stanislas's land simply loved the strength and skill of the boy. He was seemingly younger than most of his compatriots but was more competent and eligible than everyone combined. There were people who admired him and there were some who simply thought that he was overrated. Due to his adeptness, Stanislas was mighty impressed with Einar and gave him a proposal to work under him as one of kings close guard, as one of the high ranks- The Enforcers.

The women folks desperately wanted to be his mate. They turned their way to ogle him on every chance they got and why would they not. The man was sex on legs. His growing years had done wonders on him. He was taller than most of the men and had a well toned muscular body. His squared jaw and his mesmerizing eyes added to his good looks. He always returned a smile when he caught an admiring glance, but his heart had long been taken.

"You did great today." Einar turned when a hand landed on his shoulder and hugged his friend.

"Father would have been so proud of you." Garrick shed a bead from his eye when he almost whispered the sentence. Umberto was a mentor, a teacher and a guide for Einar. He learnt many a things from him.1

"I miss him." Einar said with glossy eyes and a disappointed heart when he patted his friends back lightly.

"I miss him too."

Garrick wiped his tears and lightly pushed his friend away. He took a scroll out of his bag and was about to hand it over to his friend when a knock intervened their conversation. It was one of the royal guards.

"I apologize for the interference sire; the king has summoned you to his manor."

Both the friends were quite amused with the sudden call of Stanislas at this ungodly hour. Einar swiftly nodded to the guard and went right after him.

Over the years Stanislas had become very fond of Ragnar's son. Not only he roared power but he was good in his learning as well. Stanislas was so impressed with the man that he had consistently tried to persuade him to stay in his kingdom. Stanislas knew that Einar was special because of his power and he would only prove be an asset to the royal army.

Einar climbed the curved stairs to reach the balcony where he saw a man facing his back to him and looking at the bright blue sky. His shiny brown hair waved with the motion of the wind while his wrinkled cheeks gave way for his lips to expand when his nostrils caught a whiff.

"My king." Einar bowed to the man in front of him "How can I be of your service today?"

Stanislas turned and hugged Einar with a smile. He held his arms with his hand and looked at him "You have made me and the entire werewolf clan proud today."

Einar did not have to be a genius to register what Stanislas was talking about. The battle of the arena was not a small feat. Everyone knew that Einar had a spirit in him and even then he defeated all the rogues with his brute strength and skill without using his power. Not just that, no one has ever killed more than six rogues in the annual game but Einar outperformed himself when he killed almost all of the ferals in Stanislas's game. It was unbelievable!

"I'm glad I could please you my king." The man was expressionless in his tone.

"If you really want to please me you know what you have to do. Just say yes to my offer." Stanislas looked intently at Einar for his answer.

"I wish I could be of any help here my king but my pack needs me. I am the sole heir to my father's position, my people have expectations from me and I shall fulfill them." Einar was clear in his mind that he was not necessarily required in Stanislas' palace. The place already had many proficient wolfs.

"Don't worry about Ragnar. I know him very well, he still has some more decades left in him and I'm sure he will be able to manage the pack just fine." Stanislas returned to his position and was thoughtful about what he said.

about the throne but he was aware of the deceitful and conniving nature of the king. He once had also persuaded Ragnar to join his kingdom, but the Alpha had passed on the

be able to challenge

downstairs. Einar and Stanislas quickly made their way to the main hall. The king took his rightful place on the large oversized

main hall where the centre of attraction were two young lads around Einar's age bounded in shackles. One was taller, muscular with brown hair while the other was submissive and shorter with blonde hair. Einar noticed that these youngsters were beaten and bruised while their movements were restricted with the metal around their legs. Some part of their

smiling. But Einar's eyes widened like saucers

They were mates.

to separate the two while the

the throne room. Everybody bowed their heads in submission. Stanislas ordered his men to explain what was

here are from the

murmuring turned into shouts and curses while the atmosphere became tensed. The people showed no sympathy to the duo while they cursed and

king. Individuals of the same gender claiming to be mates, aspiring of a life where there is no fear or hatred among their peers. But once you

preferred to die

The king

Octavious Redwood and he

even know what you are saying? " he hissed "You have the audacity to stand in front me and confess your

his face while his mate was looking at the

and what is right." The brunette said with confidence

ranks in your pack perhaps. Don't waste your life this way. You have plenty of bright years ahead

glanced at his mate and said "I have

pairs are cursed? Moreover He cannot give you an heir! There would be no one to carry your blood line forward. He is an omega for Lunas sake!

bond. I don't want any children if it means I have to stay away from my mate. I'd rather be childless my entire life." He tightened

the bond. You have the option to sever the bond and once it is done you will be free from this curse and live a

king while the entire room gasped. "And remember, you are going

defiant nature of the man. Even Einar was amused by the confidence the man possessed in this adverse situation. "That's enough..! I tried to make you see reason but you are an adamant man.

would lose trust in him as also it would create fear among the other werewolf packs to not allow such pairings to exist or they would face severe

be mates would be hanged till death on the first

groaning of the men took the hall by storm as their pain was ignored and people around could only feel hatred

two boys he imagined himself and Callan standing there. Had Einar acknowledged his bond he would have suffered the same fate

would have been to see Callan in pain.

growling and screeching inside of Einar to let them out. Einar held tight his locket which was now glowing and hanging around his neck trying to calm himself and reign above his beasts. Finally the pendant did its job as Einar heaved a sigh of relief and dashed his way out

growing anxiety within him. He started taking heavy breathes for a rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. On the fourth breath however his nostrils were assaulted by a very faint but intoxicating smell. He made his way to the source of it and ran

on the orders of our Alpha to escort you to our

told father that we were going to be visiting all on our own but he never listens." He exhaled in defeat. "I think we should carry our talks in my chamber." Einar gestured the

are still short of one member." One among

"Who is...."

which a man was riding. The man looked familiar yet totally unrecognizable. He stepped down from the horse and motioned his hands back and forth to the mane of the horse. A sudden pang of jealousy erupted inside of Einar where now his myriads of emotions were making him loose control. He was about to confront the man but what he saw next made his feet glued to the ground as he was astounded and appalled

face was strong and defined. His lips were pale and thin while his nose was slender. A prominent jaw curved gracefully around. He had dark eyebrows which perfectly matched his shiny thick black hair. His entire body was lean yet muscular. The man was almost as tall

his