MATED TO THE BIG BAD ALPHA - CHAPTER 136

Mufasa stared at Wayne like he was a child. Wayne frowned deeply.
“I know you’re trying to say something that’ll make me look like I was a fool for not learning diligently about the prophecy,” he said.
Mufasa moved to a nearby shelf and pulled out a book.
“I remember you outrightly thr_@tening to electrify me when I made this book for you. You said you didn’t give two damns about a stupid story with a woman you didn’t care about.”

Wayne eyed the small, black leather bound book in Mufasa’s hands. He remembered it vividly.
“Well, clearly I care about this woman now so give me the book.” He stretched forth his hand but Mufasa didn’t stretch it out. Instead, he was looking at him with an unreadable expression.

“How do you feel about this whole thing?” he asked after seconds.

“I and going m-ad and I feel like destroying everything. I want to destroy the prophecy and all the fools who are using it as an excuse to trouble my life. My mate has not had one day of rest since she met me. In fact, she was sent on a hard mission to d-ie because of a stupid prophecy. One would think I’d be able to keep her safe but a metal was shot through her chest right in my presence yet I was oblivious to it!
“It’s our mating ritual, the dream of females and I couldn’t even make the night anything special. We almost got ki-lled by a Shadow Leech. I had a hurried ten minutes s-ex with my mate on a f.ucking forest floor. I marked her while her back was being pricked by thorns and sticks. My brother got kid–napped this same night, my sister got shot and almost di-ed, a quarter of my castle is in rubbles and there’s a huge probability that these all were child’s play.
“Mufasa tell me why I wouldn’t go mad?!”

Ice began to trail over the walls and ceiling. Mufasa looked over at them and sighed. He walked to Wayne and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“I know, son. This is hard. But you have to reason things out. I told you when you were much younger. Fate is fixed. To change your fate is very hard. If you do not want to access this position, the position will find ways to pull you to itself.”
“I don’t want it. Nothing else has mattered to me over my pack. They can take over the position, rule over the world if they so please. I do not care.”
Mufasa smiled.

“Do you know Balendin Pack will be the first thing they destroy if they gain access to the powers that belong to you? The Olive you’re trying to protect will be taken away from you. Your family, your pack, your world. They’ll rip it away. The best thing to do is stop them from attaining that position.”
“And how do I do that?”
“By attaining it first.”

Alpha Knight snorted.
“Then what? Destroy them as they would have des-troyed me?”
“That one is up to you. But read the book first. Everything you need for now is here.”
He handed over the book to Alpha Knight.
“Good night, Knight. It was too long a day,” Mufasa uttered and walked into one of the rooms.

Wayne was left in the main hall, breathing heavily and fuming angrily. He looked at the book and sat down on an empty chair. He flipped through it and saw that Mufasa even had sketches in it.

But Wayne couldn’t calm down to read it. His hands were shaky and he wanted to tear the book and every other thing in his path. However, he willed himself to calm down. For Olive.

Then he took the book and began to read. When he was done, he could understand five core things;

The prophecy was given by ten healers on the day of his birth but his mother claimed she knew even before she found her mate.

The prophecy said he would only be able to unlock greater power if an equally power woman fated to only him mated with him.

He would control all supernatural creatures and elements, serving as a god over them.

He would defeat his adversaries with a click of his finger.

He would restore balance.

Wayne laughed and smacked the book close. Everything in it sounded like a fictional ‘He’s the Chosen One,’ fantasy. And one thing was for sure, he didn’t want anything the prophecy said. But something still felt amiss. Like a lot of details were erased. How was he even going to rise to supreme preeminence like the so-called prophecy described?

He shook his head. There was no time to think about that. What he needed right now was how to evade all these troubles headed their way. How to give Olive the life she wanted.

Speaking of Olive, he had left her for over an hour already.
He got on his feet and left Mufasa’s dungeon. He was in his room in a short while. His mate was still sleeping soundly. He smiled at his mark still fresh against her skin. It wasn’t healing rapidly like she now heals but he wasn’t bothered. She took a shower like she advised earlier and laid down beside her. Soon, he too was asleep but his world was plagued with dreams.

**
Olive sneaked out of their quarters the next morning to go see Dolly. Wayne was deeply asleep and she did not want to disturb him.
She knocked on Dolly’s door, and it was Vanessa who opened it.
“Hey,” she said and hugged Vanessa.
“Hey. Good morning,” Vanessa whispered in a tired voice. Olive felt sorry for them. Last night was probably one of the worst days they have had ever. Balendin Pack had always been so safe.

“She’s up. I was about to go grab coffee for her,” Vanessa stated as she opened the door wider for Olive.

Olive entered and saw Dolly talking with Terry, their hands intertwined with her still sitting in bed. Immediately she saw Olive, she smiled. Terry stood up immediately.
“Good morning, Luna.”
“Did you sleep here, Terry?”
“He didn’t sleep. He sat watching like a hawk,” Vanessa said.
“Go have some rest, Terry. I… Want some alone with Dolly.”
Terry nodded at his Luna and turned to Dolly. He bent down, placed a kiss on her lips and muttered something about being back in an hour before leaving the room with Vanessa.

Immediately he left, Dolly sat up straighter.
“I saw his face, Olive. He shot me,” she said in a broken voice. Olive exhaled and sat beside her.
“You should know that wasn’t him. He doesn’t remember you. He doesn’t remember he was and still is a member of Balendin Pack.”

Dolly exhaled and hugged her legs.
“His eyes…they were so wicked and lifeless. What did they do to him? What do they do to you guys over there?”
Olive took Dolly’s hand in hers.
“A lot. A lot of bad things. Some of us die in the process of pleasing The Vrek Cult. For example, Cynthia the lady behind all this disappeared and left Jonas for dead. His underground at the moment.”

Dolly’s eyes widened.
“Please, don’t let him ki|| Jonas. Wayne shouldn’t please,” she begged.
“He was my friend back at Selcece Pack. He had my back. I will not let him be treated roughly because he has no choice in a it.”
Dolly seemed satisfied. She nodded and hugged Olive.

Vanessa returned with coffee cups and they drank together, talking about the events of the previous day. When Olive returned to their quarters, she found her mate awake and packing a travelling bag. She was alarmed.

“Where are you going?” she asked. Wayne stood and looked her over.
“I’m taking you somewhere I can make love to you the way you deserve.”