FIGHTING HIS BEAST
FIGHTING HIS BEAST
Maxwell
My blood ran cold.
“What are you talking about?” I asked sharply. “I got confirmation that she was brought here. How can she just disappear?”
James looked uncomfortable. He hesitated before answering, like he didn’t want to make things worse.
“Your Majesty… maybe the warriors who brought her can explain,” he said softly. “Do you remember who they were?”
I opened my mouth to answer—but nothing came out.
My mind was… blank.
I couldn’t remember their faces. I couldn’t even remember their names.
How could this happen? I never forget important things. I am a King. My memory is strong. This should not be happening.
I looked at Cross. He looked just as worried and confused as I was. I could tell he didn’t understand either.
“Forget it,” I muttered, feeling the frustration burn in my chest. “I must be wrong.”
James nodded, but I saw the fear in his eyes. He didn’t believe that I was just “mistaken.”
I turned and left the dungeons quickly, my steps heavy. Cross followed behind me in silence.
When we were far enough away from everyone, he finally asked, “Your Majesty… what’s happening?”
I stopped walking. I turned to face him.
“Something is wrong, Cross,” I said in a low voice. “I’ve lost some memories. Important ones. I can’t remember the warriors I sent to bring the nanny. This is not normal.”
Cross’s face turned pale.
“You think it’s magic?” he asked.
I nodded. “Powerful magic. Only someone very strong could do this to me. Someone who wants me confused… maybe even broken.”
“But why? And who would do this to a King?” Cross whispered.
I didn’t have the answer. Not yet. But I knew I needed to act fast.
As I walked back toward the palace, my thoughts were all over the place. The last time I met with the elders, we talked about Delilah. She was supposed to go through our traditions. A test of strength. But I cancelled it because of my rut.
Now, she was far away. With Alpha Farrell.
And even though I needed her help… I couldn’t bring myself to call her. It would be selfish. Farrell would never allow it. And maybe… she wouldn’t come.
I entered the grand hall and sat on the throne. It was supposed to be a place of peace, a place where I could think clearly.
But even here… my beast was not calm.
I clenched the armrests of the throne tightly. My claws started to peek through. Zion, my beast…was waking up. He was angry. Hungry. Unstable.
“Beta Cross,” I said in a low voice, almost shaking. “Leave now. Seal the palace. Keep everyone safe. Zion is… taking over.”
Cross didn’t waste a second. He ran.
My eyes sharpened. My hearing grew stronger. I could hear people running and screaming outside the palace.
Zion was almost free. He wanted to take over completely.
And if that happened… I wouldn’t be able to stop him.
I took deep breaths and spoke to him inside my mind.
“You need to stay calm, Zion. Please. Innocent people will die. This isn’t the way. This isn’t who we are.”
But it didn’t work. My beast didn’t listen.
I stood from the throne, my body changing. My claws were longer now. My eyes glowed a dangerous red. My chest was rising and falling too fast. I was losing control.
“Delilah… I need you,” I whispered, my voice broken.
But she wasn’t here.
Would it be selfish to call her now? To take her away from Alpha Farrell? She might not even want to come.
I dropped my head. “Why is this happening to me? Why now?”
Then I heard it.
Screaming. Crying. Loud footsteps. Shouts.
My ears perked up. I couldn’t stay inside anymore. I needed to see what was happening.
But my beast wouldn’t let me move easily. I had to fight just to control my own body. I was in pain. I could feel my bones shifting, my skin heating up.
Still… I forced myself forward.
I pushed open the large palace doors and stepped outside.
But what I saw stopped me cold.
There was no one outside.
Not a single guard. Not a single soul.
The air was heavy. Too quiet.
I looked around the empty courtyard. My breathing slowed. The beast inside me paused
too, confused.
Was this what I thought it was?
A trap?
A warning?
Or something much, much worse?