The Lycan Prince (BoyxBoy) - Werewolf Story

Chapter 1: Future Starts Slow

Struggle is all I've ever known.

The wind is howling. The windows of our house are struggling to keep shut. My mother is comforting my youngest sister in the living room because she has always been afraid of thunder and a storm is brewing.

My other sister is in her room. It is Winter, so the cold temperature doesn't help either. I am tossing and turning in my bed, feeling restless about my future, which is up in the air right now.

My name is Bradley Pendragon. I am 19 years old, and I live with my family in a three-bedroom house in a small town in Utah. My father was the Alpha of our pack. Around ten years ago, he passed away after getting into a battle with rogues who penetrated our territory. We are a very small pack, so we don't have enough warriors to defend our land.

I was heartbroken to lose my father, who was not only a war hero but also an incredible foundation for our family. He is dearly missed. At the time of his passing, the Beta would take over the leadership of the pack. However, my uncle petitioned the Utah Wolf Council to let him assume the role of Alpha until I came of age.

This way, we wouldn't lose a fantastic Beta, and the Alpha would remain a Pendragon like the Lycan King wanted when he 'gifted' this pack to my father a long time ago.

Werewolves dominate the world, condemning what's left of humankind to ghettos, far from our eyes and ears. All forms of government, commerce, industry, and science are made up of our kind.

As in most societies, there are some who rise while others fall. The wealthiest werewolves are almost always pack Alphas, who rule their territory with an iron fist. It's impossible to escape their reach. The few and far between werewolves who live outside the reach of an Alpha are called rogues and are exterminated upon sight by any pack enforcer they encounter.

Above all Alphas, the Lycan King.

Each country has a ruling dynasty that governs it. All citizens are subjected to their rule, it has been this way since the rise of the werewolves centuries ago. Had it not been this way, the United States would have been impossible to govern, with Alphas battling it out endlessly for power.

In the old days, the stronger the pack, the more their Alpha was hungry for more subjects, more land, and more power. Countless battles have been fought over the greed of powerful men, but the Lycan King brought order to all the territories.

There is only one thing a powerful Alpha fears more than anything else in this world. That is an Alpha with more power than him. One by one, he sent his armies to bring all the territories to heal and to punish the Alphas who acted in discordance with his law.

With every land conquered, he conscripted more men to join his army and thus became more powerful and fearsome than anyone else. If his army was sighted, it could only mean trouble.

As time went on, the Lycan King's power settled, and everybody respected his rule from all corners of the nation, for fear of his retaliation. Alphas began using diplomacy in their dealings with other territories, and the country was stronger because of it.

That was then, this is now.

Corruption seeped its way into the monarchy, the King grew drunk with power, becoming erratic and belligerent. His advisors and ministers only work to help their own territories, leaving entire provinces without any help from the King, condemned to misery.

With his lustful ways, mate pairings started dwindling among the nobles. The Moon Goddess was not pleased with the treatment some royals were giving to their mates, so it became increasingly difficult for any member of the royal family to get mated.