Oh The Twists of Fate

[AGUST]

"I see you're enjoying yourself, Berto," King Agust said and the Lycan stiffened as he turned to look at the amused source of the voice.

"Yo… Your Maj… Your Royal Highness," the Lycan, Berto struggled to form a coherent sentence. He knew there wasn't any good a fate that was waiting for him and that in itself scared the fuck out of him.

"Speak properly, Berto. Just like you were so sure, lining up your cock in a pussy that I claimed," King Agust said, his voice getting chillier by the second. If there wasn't a moonlight tonight, anyone could have assumed that there was a storm coming. 

Oh, but there really was one, one that Berto would probably not get to see the end of. It was the storm of doom and right now, it was staring right at Berto, not focusing on the werewolf Alpha who had long given in to his panic and was unconscious.

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I'm really sorry, Your Majesty. I won't ever touch him again. I won't think of him or do anything that involves him. Please spare my life," Berto begged the King who wasn't even making a move. 

The werewolf Alpha was limp in Berto's arms, given the Lycan wasn't sure what the fuck he needed to do with the Alpha. He was tempted to let him go, but then that would mean the Alpha would fall to the ground.

As good an idea that was, it didn't really seem like a good option if Berto wanted to live his life to the fullest. Granted, the chances had already gotten thinner, but he was just a man who wanted to see if he would survive this.

Perhaps there was going to be a way out of this for him, right?

"Tell me Berto… Have you seen any wolf in the tire Kingdom?" Agust asked like he didn't already know the answer to that question. 

There were so many ways around this, so many things that could go wrong and maybe Berto should have thought before giving in to his urges, but he had a feeling that it was already too late for him.

"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty," Berto said, his eyes never leaving the bloodied Lycan King who had started moving in his direction. 

There was something about Agust that got all the creatures in the realm worried for their lives. This man was wicked and dangerous. He was the devil for many and Berto was slowly realizing that.

"I don't care, Berto. Your apologies don't mean shit to me, just like your entire pathetic presence. But since you made it to my gates because of my beautiful Erasthai, I might as well give you a taste of what you had come for, right?" King Agust said.

"What?" Berto asked not sure if he was understanding the King well. 

"Oh come on, Berto. You wanted to fuck him because of his sweet lavender scent, hmm? I can't blame you because that is also the very reason I chose him for me. Maybe the dumb goddess had a hand in that but who cares?

"Anyway, he's unconscious and won't know what hit him. Besides, it's his fault for wearing a skirt and smelling like some dumb omega. By the way, do you know that he is the strongest werewolf in the entire realm?

"He's so good at weaponry and is easily the most intelligent creature in the realm of course after me. If I didn't exist, then he wouldn't have brought down the entire Lycan Kingdom," King Agust said, his tone so devoid of emotions.

Berto was confused. 

What the fuck did his King want from him with all this information? And why did it feel like he was getting a lesson on a werewolf alpha he had just tried to molest and take advantage of?

Wasn't the King supposed to be threatening Berto or chopping his head off, especially now that he had told Berto that this was his little Erasthai? What was the Lycan King playing at?

"I don't understand, Your Majesty. What is that supposed to mean?" Berto asked, like he was trying to pretend he wasn't confused. He was scared shitless, and the King being this casual with him was creeping him out.

"Go on. Fuck him," King Agust said.

Berto choked on air.

"I'm sorry, WHAT?" Berto asked, staring at the King like this man had finally gone bonkers. Then again, everyone knew Agust was a little nuts. They just didn't know he was this level of nuts.

"I won't do anything to you. Besides, he was outside of my gates and couldn't get back in. I don't want him. You can use him for your pleasures. So go on ahead, tear through that pussy, and fuck him back to consciousness," the king said with subtlety.

He was encouraging a Lycan to molest his mate. Berto was not sure this was the right way to do this. Most Lycans, actually all Lycans were possessive of their mates, and yet the King was giving his mate up like this.

It wasn't fair to the poor Alpha and Berto could feel his heart break for the man he had been ready to take advantage of. Granted, Berto's dick was still lined up at the Alpha's entrance, but it had gone limp.

He wasn't in the mood to go through with it again. Instead, he was pitying the Alpha who had been granted the devil for a mate. Surely there had to be someone else out there who would be a better mate to the Alpha, right?

And if he was an Alpha, why the fuck would the King leave him in the middle of the damn Kingdom? What was he playing at and more than anything, what was the essence of all this? Oh, but Berto had so many questions and no answers.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do this. I really am," Betrto said as he pulled back from the Alpha, pulled the Alpha's undies up, and straightened his skirt. It was as if he was saving the alpha from the King, when he had been the one to hurt him.

"How nice of you to have a conscience at the most useless of times, Berto," the King said as he watched Berto help the unconscious Alpha on the gates, and cover him up with his coat, like the Alpha was feeling cold.

Berto then laid the alpha on the ground, making a pillow for the unconscious Alpha with his own shoes. All this time, his limp dick was still uncovered. His main focus was on the man he was pitying.

It was quite strange for Lycans to show mercy to wolves, yet Berto was here having the crisis or epiphany of his life. Perhaps they all weren't bad Lycans in their home, yeah? Perhaps there was hope for sanity for them?

"Interesting," the King said once Berto had laid the Alpha on the ground and taken care of him. Alpha Park's lavender scent was still lingering in the air, but he was so out of it and didn't know what was happening to him. It was a pity, really.

"See, that, right there is what you should have done first, instead of lining up your dick to fuck my precious little mate. Did someone ever tell you not to touch what's mine? Or do I have to kill a few of you to teach you that very valuable lesson?" King Agust asked.

"I'm really sorry, Your Highness," Berto said, though it was almost like a pathetic form of music to the Lycan King. 

Agust wasn't really interested in this man's apology and the scrunched-up face he was wearing was proof of it.

"Your apologies are nothing to me, Berto. I gave you the chance to fuck my little mate like you wanted to, and instead you pitied him and let that chance go. You do realize you defied a direct order from your King?" Agust stated, though it came off like a question.

"Please spare me, your majesty," Berto pleaded and King Agust just let out a maniacal laugh. 

This evening was getting worse by the minute. He wasn't sure if he needed to be glad he was getting a volunteer puppet or if he needed to kill this man for touching what was his. Maybe he would find the appropriate answers right?

"I will do anything you want me to. Please," Berto said and the King raised a brow at that. 

"Anything?"

"Yes, your highness, anything."

"Well then. Go to Kiyoto pack, and take credit for the wolves I murdered there."