Chapter 199 BOW AND WORSHIP

Chapter 199 BOW AND WORSHIP
UNKNOWN'S POV

Chaos erupts instantly as the old wolf moves with terrifying speed and grief lunging at Sebastian with his claws out.

And it's aimed directly for Sebastian’s throat.

“YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!”

Ragnar reacts immediately but Sebastian moves first.

Or rather–

Alisander did. The shift is instant as Sebastian’s body twists with unnatural speed just as the claws are about to touch him.

The claws miss his throat by inches but instead, try to get tangled around the scarf around his neck as the fabric tore with a loud rip.

Everything and everyone stops their panicking as just at the base of his neck, right on Sebastian's gland is Ragnar's mark.

A miniature wolf is right there and looks exactly like Ragnar's wolf– The Mating Mark.

A collective gasp tears through the square as the rumor of them being mates is finally confirmed.

True mating marks especially from true mates cannot be faked, especially not like this.

It's absolute proof that they're mated for life.

Lance stares at it like the world has just split open under him.

“No…” he whispers with a small shake of his head.

The sound is barely audible as no one is focusing on him.

Ragnar is trying to subdue the grief stricken wolf who's thrashing under Ragnar's hold, still snarling at Sebastian.

The man stops and starts sobbing, calling out for his wife and being internally tormented by memories that would never heal.

Ragnar could understand that feeling.

The bond tightens sharply as it warns Ragnar of danger so he turns to see what's wrong and stills…

Lance had moved really fast as one moment he's at the edge the next, his claws are sinking around Sebastian's throat.

Sebastian is in the air with his legs not touching the earth and Lance slams him backwards and hard enough to crack the platform.

“You all lied to me,” Lance snarls.

Gone is his calm, composed Alpha mask.

This is something far more feral and uglier.

It's twenty years of bitterness finally splitting open.

“I waited for him!”

The crowd erupts in panic once more
What the hell is going on?

“LANCE–!”

Ragnar shoves the old wolf aside instantly.

“LET HIM GO!”

But Lance barely hears him as his entire attention is on Sebastian.

“A mere Omega like you replaced the first mate,” he hisses at Sebastian. “And now you are taking him away from me too.”

His claws dig in deeper, making blood pearls slide down slowly on Sebastian's neck.

“He marked you,” Lance whispers with horror. “He actually marked you…”

Ragnar felt pure murderous rage explode through him as he surged forward to rip Lance's throat out.

But he stops in his tracks because he sees Sebastian's eyes flash crimson briefly.

Power flashes from Sebastian's body in a way that makes everyone go silent.

Even Lance freezes as Sebastian only says one word.

“Kneel.”

The command hits Lance like a physical force and he staggers.

Lance’s eyes grow wide with horror when he sees his grip loosening immediately after the command and slowly–

He falls to his knees.

The entire square watches in a deafening silence at an Alpha being commanded by an Omega.

Another rumor confirmed to be true.

Lance trembles violently and starts struggling against the command but it's futile.

Sebastian lands lightly on his feet with one hand pressing against his bleeding neck as the red glow recess in his eyes.
Ragnar moves toward him instantly–

But halts when Sebastian lifts a hand slightly to tell him to wait.

And Ragnar, like a lapdog, stays still.

Sebastian steps towards Lance slowly as he looks right into Lance's eyes blazing with fury and humiliation.

Funny how what's normal for most Omegas is considered humiliating for Alphas.

“You were shown mercy once Alpha Lance,” Sebastian says quietly.

“When you attacked Ragnar’s first mate.”

Gasps spread instantly through the square as it was just an unconfirmed rumor.

Well until today that is.

“You were spared exile and sent away to avoid Ragnar killing you himself.”

Lance’s face pales at his secret being exposed.

“And instead of learning from it,” Sebastian says softly, “you’ve returned to poison this pack once more with your filth.”

Lance bares his teeth as Sebastian.

“You stole him–!”

“No,” Sebastian interrupts quietly. “He chose me.”

The words land harder than any blow making Lance visibly flinch.

“For manipulating the challenge.”

“For inciting violence.”

“For attempting murder.”

“You are hereby stripped of your Alpha authority.”

The square erupts in alarm as they were once some type of wolves that had the power to do so.

At least many decades ago, since they've gone extinct.

Several Elders stand instantly in an outrage.

“That’s impossible–!”

“No wolf can do that–!”

Sebastian ignored them completely before raising his hand to Lance's head.

“...Le ceangal na fola agus le toil an tsean-rìgh… tha mi gad cheangal…”

Lance screams from the pain of something inside of him being ripped out and apart at the same time.

A silver light burst out of his body before he collapse to the ground.

The pressure of his Alpha presence that Lance took pride in displaying–

It's no more there.

The square falls deathly silent as Lanave gasps and comes back to consciousness.

“No…” he whispers hoarsely as his body is swaying even as he's trying to stand.

“What did you do to me?” He screams in panic.

“I sealed your Alpha command.” Sebastian says with no emotion.

Horror spread through the crowd instantly.

An Alpha without his presence or command–

Is no longer truly an Alpha, just a mere wolf.
A genderless wolf with no identity.

Lance collapses fully on the ground and starts screaming in fear and pain.

Ragnar stares at Sebastian in shock and silence.

Even he had felt the terror of Sebastian's new power.

And judging from their wary stares, everyone else realizes it too.

Ragnar steps forward and declares.

“Lance is hereby exiled.”

No one protests or even challenges his decision.

“He is forbidden from entering MoonCrest territory ever again.”

Ragnar’s eyes sweep coldly across the gathered packs.

“And let every pack present hear me clearly.”

His power rolls out to suppress any hesitation or challenge.

“Any pack that offers Lance sanctuary from this point onward will be declaring war against MoonCrest.”

Absolute silence answers him as several wolves look away as others nod with a grim look.

No one wants that kind of war, especially with Ragnar's powerful mate with him.

Guards moves forward cautiously before dragging a defeated Lance out of the pack.

His eyes stay on Ragnar in disbelief throughout the whole verdict.

Only once Lance is dragged away does Ragnar look at the crowd before turning to his mate.
His Sebastian.

Ragnar moves beside him without hesitation before publicly holding Sebastian's hands and raising it to everyone present.

Ragnar’s voice is calm when he speaks again.

“Sebastian is my mate.”

His fingers tighten around Sebastian’s slightly.

“And your future Luna.”

The title echoes heavily across the square.

His Luna.
Their Luna.

Ragnar’s gaze hardens at the Alphas that like testing his patience.

“You will show him the respect that title deserves.”

Nobody answers or moves as Ragnar's eyes darken slightly.

“Does anyone object?”

The whole square is still quiet for a moment before slowly–

One wolf kneels.
Then another.

And another.

Until the entire square begins going down on one knee in multitudes.

Thousands of wolves bowing everywhere with their heads down and their voices high.

“WE ALL HAIL THE LUNA OF MOONCREST PACK!”

“HAIL THE MATE OF THE ALPHA OF ALPHAS.”

Ragnar looks briefly at Sebastian beside him before looking back to the kneeling crowd with a satisfied smile.