“Once the winner is announced, you three will enter the maze. The first to hunt their bride wins the throne.” My father states, and my brothers, and me included, jump to our feet in outrage.
“Bride!’ I roar furiously. Has he lost his damn marbles? Does he seriously expect us to go along with his shenanigans?
“This is your grand plan, father. We marry a fucking human to save our so-called humanity!” Lyon yells, finally coming to his fucking senses and understanding the gravity of this situation.
“I'm not fucking marrying anyone. You've lost your damn marbles, old man.” Zeke snaps. My father, unperturbed by our anger, listens to us rant and rave at him about the ridiculousness. He almost seems tired, though how I hadn’t noticed before is beyond me. Looking at my father now, he doesn’t seem so full of life.
Granted, it has been months since I saw him last. I usually run my Kingdom and his remotely, thanks to the advancement of technology, probably the only good thing about humans is they're always looking for advancement. Their curiosity not only gets them killed, but they are determined to figure out the world. Goddess only knows why because they're all doomed anyway in today's world.
Although I would not advise them otherwise or break the little bubble of their gullibility of thinking they will ever retain anything again in today’s world. Besides, it saves me from having to be in two places at once. They are mere worker bees, living to serve, hoping for recognition and social status.
“You tamper with the games; you are disqualified.” My father states. This explains why only women were competing this year. I curse, shaking my head.
“And if no one survives?” I ask.
“Then we start again until one does, and I can hand the throne down.”
“So what, it's a foot race?” Lyon asks, showing a little more interest than usual in Kingdom politics. He has never shown an interest in the throne before.
who wins; will survive and rule aside you. Three, any harm comes to your future bride, where she meets an untimely demise. You will relinquish your
not only us to compete but to marry and
change her, but your blood will make her immortal like your wolves.
Lycan children? She’ll only be able
to take mates, so I am forcing your hand. Now I am done with this conversation and growing tired.
you want us to compete, I have a request.” I
You have no choice!” he
all three of us refuse, who will choose then, father?”
didn’t think of us not competing and refusing to enter the maze.
their tests?” I ask
doing two tests, not the
the vamps and Lions.” Lyon tilts his head with a wicked smile making his lips tug up, he knows where I am going with this, and he knows no one will survive. We would then have another year before the next
do you suggest?” my
wolves,” I tell him, motioning toward Gnash.
“That’s it?”
a glint in my