Chapter 98
IMIROSLAV
By the time Koslov was awake, King Miroslav and his warriors were waiting respectfully at the gates. They had toured the area and had seen the countless security breaches that this pack had. There were places that could be fixed, but then that didn’t matter to them at the moment. They could still walk in through the games, through portals, or even the breaches they had identified, but then they had decided to be civilized people who would only turn violent if they didn’t get the information they had come for It didn’t matter how long this shit took because no matter what happened along the way, they would get those answers, come hell or high water, that fnuchi was a given.
“Good morning, warrior, I see the pack is awake. Could you please granit us passage into your beautiful pack? We have some urgent mattress to talk to your alpha about, we could have walked in and routed you guys up, but my erasthai would have my head on a spike if I interrupted the children’s sleep. And I very much like my head where it is at the moment, so if you would please lead the way and we shall follow in a civilized manner and not cause panic,” the Lycan king said and the three warriors with him choked on air as they tried to figure out what the fuck their king had just said.
Either Miroslav Ibrahimovich had gone bonkers, or this man was being considerate of people. Actual people. The same people that he always spent his life messing with for fun. This current version of Miroslav was actually more dangerous than even his previous versions, because the Miroslav they had grown up with had not been one that anyone that any normal person could be looking forward to, other than him going to war, killing and winning them coming back home. However, this time, he was here acting like the saint of all sanity, as if he wouldn’t just snap their heads if they tried to fuck around with him.
Perhaps he had changed, but goddamn, interacting with his queen had to be the best thing that ever happened to Asmoria hands down. Because how the fuck had the mad King gotten to be this considerate like he wanted to make the society a better place suddenly? They would give him a chance to see how long this would take before the king would shift and go back to who he had always been.
“Children? You fucking hate children. You always said their necks were easier to snap because they were light as feathers and even worse than birds. Who are you and where did you take my best friend?” Heion asked dramatically as Viktor and Kara shared the same look he had. This was impossible; there was just no way their Miroslav suddenly knew what humanity was, and that too while thinking about his queen. What fuck had happened along the way and what had happened to the barbarian they had known their entire lives? Oh, but this was golden and they were not enjoying it. Miro had changed and maybe it was the scariest yet best thing they could have ever seen.
“Well, Ralph loves children. I see the way she plays around them and I know they make her happy. Also, I promised, I would never make her unhappy and I know if I hurt kids she will think of it and be heartbroken. I can’t be the reason my beautiful Erasthai’s heart is broken. I would do anything to make her happy. Besides children are never supposed to be a part of war, she taught me that, and I love her for that. Maybe this way, I can be a better father to our kids in the future,” Miro said and Viktor straight up began gagging.
It wasn’t because of Miro’s wish to be a father in the future, but because they were already thinking of the baby–making process and they couldn’t think of their favorite people pounding each other like dogs. They were overthinking this and the fact that they seemed to share the same brain cell was worrying because the Koslov warriors stood there confused as to what they needed to do. On one hand, these four were easily the most dangerous creatures that ever lived on the earth, but on the other hand, they had made a request and had clearly waited for the kids to wake up.
How could people who loved kids be terrible devils? Well, that was a hard answer seeing as Miroslav Ibrahimovich was the reason all dark magic was invented, and yet none of them ever managed to get to him, or even put him down. He was so bad that warlocks spent most of their time trying to bring him down and still managed to fail spectacularly. Perhaps they could only hope that the mad king didn’t take them out in the process, right? Well, the mad king was never one to provoke people or attack people unprovoked. He was always in his den, doing whatever he needed to do for the good of Asmoria, and he only ever showed his fangs when his people were in danger.
“Please save us from the intensive caring, man. Let us in, I could pay a thousand gold bars just not to listen to my brother talk about making babies, please,” Heion said and Viktor stared at the warriors with a constipated face as if to tell them that that was one of two options there. But then they were supposed to follow Miroslav’s newfound calling of not traumatizing children, they had to be well behaved or their access would be left out the gates to dry, right?
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“Is the alpha expecting your one of the warriors asked and Kara stared at him disbelievingly. This man was asking the worst st barbarians a question that even the blind wouldn’t have dare to ask then. It was like he was not seeing how crazed these four were. Ormaybe he just loved playing with fire, in which case they would get burnt so bad they wouldn’t do shit about it.
have some nerve asking about the alpha
“For a pack that has stupid gates and a hundred security breaching points, you uncing your arrival?” Kara asked and
knowing we are here. What did you expect, that we would come with trumpets.
Viktor stickered like he was actually thinking that it would be the best of ideas. And before Kara could spell out another word, the king conjured a trumpet and saxophone out of nowhere and handed it to Heion, while the other was with Viktor who gladly took it, and got ready to blow the damn thing.
“If I so much as hear the sound of a trumpet here, you are crawling back home, Viktor,” Kara growled out at the Lycan King’s beta and they handed the instruments back to the king who stared at them as if to ask then what the fuck he was supposed to do with them.
“It was your idea,” Miro said to Viktor who simply shrugged nonchalantly.
“You wanted to play the damn thing.” Heion said to the king, a pretty smirk sitting on his face.
“It was Kara who mentioned it first. How about you hand them to her?” Viktor suggested and the Lycan king looked at the woman in question. He knew she would punch him into the sunset if he dared to hand her the instruments. So, the king considered reducing them to ashes, but then they were gold plated, so he gave them to the Koslov warriors who were still confused as to what the fuck was happening. The last time this bunch of crazies had come to their home, they had lost a hundred wolves. And now they are back, with kind smiles? What the hell was this even supposed to be then?
“I hear there are music festivals in your pack. You can use them, consider them a peace offering for what we did last time,” the king said, the sincerity in his voice confused the warriors even more. It was easier to deal with a cruel Miroslav than this one and Kara was too waiting for the gates to open. She was impatient and it was understandable because she couldn’t think straight with three idiots following her making her lose her mind in the process. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if these three were actual reliable adults and elders. But fortunately, they are the best in Asmoria.
“So, what do you say? Do you want to know what he talks about babies and trumpets or will you let us through? We won’t cause any commotion today, but if you fail to give us what we want, we will still get it nonetheless and you will try stopping us which will result in broken bones and I swear it’s too early for anyone to be hurt just because they wouldn’t let us through. What do you think, warrior? From one warrior to another we can minimize the casualties if you let us through,” Kata said, her voice making the warrior think this was a warning inside of a plea.
The warriors were intelligent. They knew this bunch was about to fuck things up and just like Kara had said they could do worse. So, the only option left for them was to either open the gates or face the wrath of the Lycans who had gotten up to their pack this early. Surely if they cared about children, they had come for peace, right? So, looking at each other, the warriors agreed unanimously to let them in, the hope that things would not be as bad. They were counting on Miro’s sudden decision on kids to keep their pack safe for the moment while they let everyone know of the four worst Lycans to ever exist being in their pack.
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“Thank you. And it seems you’re hungry, here have some food,” Miro said as he conducted a full breakfast meal including fully set table and chairs for the warriors. They wanted to decline and think it was poisoned but then they felt like today these Lycans could be trusted. So, they went on to eat while the mad crazies walked into Koslov like they had finally made it to their mission. Well, that was expected but maybe the only thing they could do was keep their promise, right?
When they walked into Koslov. The pack was just waking up. The women were defining after their child, preparing them for school while the father had gotten up to go to work. Everyone is busy in one way or another and if these Lycans didn’t know any better they could have assumed that Koslov was the prettiest home for any werewolf. They could have thought that this place was as good as it seemed and that its people were as beautiful as they seemed on the outside.
But then they knew the horrible truth that lay within those sealed hearts. They are cruel and conceited. They were insane and full of treachery and if they didn’t have those children running around, could have grabbed a few of them and interviewed them on what life was like here. Or he could check their minds but then that wouldn’t be useful to them in their search for Drescher Volkov, right? This pack is beautiful, almost like Asmoria, but the stench of betrayal lingered in the air, and the stench of hate was also there. Funny how such a beautiful pack was marred with anger and desire to make things even worse. But then what else was there for them?
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“They look weary of us,” teion pointed out when he saw a few wolves looking at them with worried eyes. There was raw fear. in them and for a moment. Heion almost felt bad for them. They probably were asking themselves what they had done this time as if they would lose more people. And the fact that the fo Lycans weren’t accompanied by wolf warriors was to them what an impending attack looked like. Well, they couldn’t exactly sit and start explaining that they had come here for the alpha and for more information Drescher or would they now?
“My askim was weary of them too. They hurt her and bullied he They should be thankful I am trying to be a better person for her sake or I would have set them on fire,” Miro said, his voice cold as he looked at the men who were standing in the distance looking at them.
The Lycan king was never going to let go of the cruelty that his Erasthai faced while in this pack. It was something that would forever haunt him even if he found Drescher and killed in. He always blames himself for not looking for his mate sooner. Lycans always got their mates when they reached fourteen. And while Ralph would have been a little younger by then. Miro knew he could have still found her and directed her. Je had a lot of regrets and hoped that this would make it all better. However, a part of him knew that only Drescher’s dead body would make him feel better.
“To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit, King Ibrahimovich?”
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