I Claim Your Love novel Chapter 13

Einar stepped out once again into the sand and dust of the open arena which was heavily stained with the blood of his previous victims. The audience cheered wildly while Einar raised his hand skyward as a greeting to the gathered thousands. Another prisoner was pushed ahead in the centre of the ring to meet the same fate as his predecessors and fellow inmates. Einar had already executed more than a dozen of these ferals with no help from his beasts. Wild response arosed from the audience as Einar bowed his head to the king. The men inside the arena now circled each other with ferocity and an unreadable expression. Einar looked at his friend for a moment while the feral took this distraction as an opportunity and shifted mid air accelerating towards his opponent. But the going to be Alpha was quick enough to move sideways and dodge the attack. He caught hold of his neck and squeezed it with his muscular arms until the body became motionless.

"And the winner of this bout- Einar Ragnar Knight." The game master announced.

The crowd erupted in cheers and thunderous applause while Garrick looked at his friend with enormous joy and pride. Einar once again bowed to the King-Stanislas and made his way through the exit of the arena. His friends and soon to be Alphas welcomed him with hoots and shouts while some even patted his back in encouragement and appreciation. He was the first in ages to compete in this competition and kill more than a dozen ferals all on his own, without shifting to his wolf.

The people of Stanislas's land simply loved the strength and skill of the boy. He was seemingly younger than most of his compatriots but was more competent and eligible than everyone combined. There were people who admired him and there were some who simply thought that he was overrated. Due to his adeptness, Stanislas was mighty impressed with Einar and gave him a proposal to work under him as one of kings close guard, as one of the high ranks- The Enforcers.

The women folks desperately wanted to be his mate. They turned their way to ogle him on every chance they got and why would they not. The man was sex on legs. His growing years had done wonders on him. He was taller than most of the men and had a well toned muscular body. His squared jaw and his mesmerizing eyes added to his good looks. He always returned a smile when he caught an admiring glance, but his heart had long been taken.

"You did great today." Einar turned when a hand landed on his shoulder and hugged his friend.

"Father would have been so proud of you." Garrick shed a bead from his eye when he almost whispered the sentence. Umberto was a mentor, a teacher and a guide for Einar. He learnt many a things from him.1

"I miss him." Einar said with glossy eyes and a disappointed heart when he patted his friends back lightly.

"I miss him too."

Garrick wiped his tears and lightly pushed his friend away. He took a scroll out of his bag and was about to hand it over to his friend when a knock intervened their conversation. It was one of the royal guards.

"I apologize for the interference sire; the king has summoned you to his manor."

Both the friends were quite amused with the sudden call of Stanislas at this ungodly hour. Einar swiftly nodded to the guard and went right after him.

Over the years Stanislas had become very fond of Ragnar's son. Not only he roared power but he was good in his learning as well. Stanislas was so impressed with the man that he had consistently tried to persuade him to stay in his kingdom. Stanislas knew that Einar was special because of his power and he would only prove be an asset to the royal army.

Einar climbed the curved stairs to reach the balcony where he saw a man facing his back to him and looking at the bright blue sky. His shiny brown hair waved with the motion of the wind while his wrinkled cheeks gave way for his lips to expand when his nostrils caught a whiff.

"My king." Einar bowed to the man in front of him "How can I be of your service today?"

Stanislas turned and hugged Einar with a smile. He held his arms with his hand and looked at him "You have made me and the entire werewolf clan proud today."

Einar did not have to be a genius to register what Stanislas was talking about. The battle of the arena was not a small feat. Everyone knew that Einar had a spirit in him and even then he defeated all the rogues with his brute strength and skill without using his power. Not just that, no one has ever killed more than six rogues in the annual game but Einar outperformed himself when he killed almost all of the ferals in Stanislas's game. It was unbelievable!

"I'm glad I could please you my king." The man was expressionless in his tone.

"If you really want to please me you know what you have to do. Just say yes to my offer." Stanislas looked intently at Einar for his answer.

"I wish I could be of any help here my king but my pack needs me. I am the sole heir to my father's position, my people have expectations from me and I shall fulfill them." Einar was clear in his mind that he was not necessarily required in Stanislas' palace. The place already had many proficient wolfs.

"Don't worry about Ragnar. I know him very well, he still has some more decades left in him and I'm sure he will be able to manage the pack just fine." Stanislas returned to his position and was thoughtful about what he said.

He knew about the stubborn nature of the blue moon's Alpha. The pack became one of the strongest because of its leader. Though the Alpha was respectful about the throne but he was aware of the deceitful and conniving nature of the king. He once had also persuaded Ragnar to join his kingdom, but the Alpha had passed on the offer to his younger brother to avoid any conflict of interests.

Stanislas was convinced that with Einar on his side he would be able to challenge any supernatural kingdom and establish his supremacy in the entire world.

Stanislas' thoughts were distracted by a commotion which he could hear from downstairs. Einar and Stanislas quickly made their way to the main hall. The king took his rightful place on the large oversized bejeweled chair while Einar was standing at a few distances away from the closest pillar to the stairs.

A large crowd of people had gathered around the main hall where the centre of attraction were two young lads around Einar's age bounded in shackles. One was taller, muscular with brown hair while the other was submissive and shorter with blonde hair. Einar noticed that these youngsters were beaten and bruised while their movements were restricted with the metal around their legs. Some part of their skin was red and was even discharging the crimson liquid.

Even in these brutal conditions Einar noticed that the young lads were smiling. But Einar's eyes widened like saucers when he saw the boys holding each others hand.

They were mates.

The commotion was gaining momentum as the people around were trying to separate the two while the guards were trying to control the crowd.

"SILENCE." The king roared throughout the throne room. Everybody bowed their heads in submission. Stanislas ordered his men to explain what was going on.

"Sire, the young boys here are from the Ravencrow pack. T-They... They claim to be mates."

The people around gasped in shock and the room suddenly sounded like a swarm of bees murmuring around its nest. Soon the murmuring turned into shouts and curses while the atmosphere became tensed. The people showed no sympathy to the duo while they cursed and demanded that they should be punished.

Einar was now more or less habitual of these proceedings. Every month one or two such cases would arise before the king. Individuals of the same gender claiming to be mates, aspiring of a life where there is no fear or hatred among their peers. But once you are in the clutches of the kings judiciary you have no escape. Every one of them suffered the same fate. Death.

However death did not deterred those individuals to step back or regret their decisions, on the contrary they preferred to die together than live a life estranged with their other half. It was painful to be away from your beloved.

"What are your names boys?" The king was cool in his stature.

"I am Octavious Redwood and he is my mate Lucius Cardin."

The king raised his eyes in anger and annoyance at the word mate. "Do you even know what you are saying? " he hissed "You have the audacity to stand in front me and confess your crime like you've won a war. How dare you!"

The boy had a smug look on his face while his mate was looking at the king intently.

"I said what I know and what is right." The brunette said with confidence and defiance.

"You seem to be from a royal blood line and higher ranks in your pack perhaps. Don't waste your life this way. You have plenty of bright years ahead of you."

Octavious glanced at his mate and said "I have no life without him."

"Don't you know that same gender pairs are cursed? Moreover He cannot give you an heir! There would be no one to carry your blood line forward. He is an omega for Lunas sake! You are a smart and a handsome man, any girl would love to be your mate. Just think about it." The king tried to manipulate the man.