MY MINE! The Alpha'S Lover

The Vampire Ruler's Plan

Aldera pulls the blanket over to make Clarissa feel comfortable, after an hour ago she became shoulder to shoulder for him crying-heard a lot of fretful complains of the lover. Bhkan both eyes until the red as a result, he was only able to calm and hold tightly to himself so as not to think too much about it.

With great worry, Aldera himself immediately gave Demian an order to find out about Clarissa further through mindlink. Now he stared down a bowl of soup with a few servings of apples that had been sliced as an extra Dissert. Because he was too focused on her, Aldera also forgot to remind her to eat breakfast. He'd better bring another one, when Clarissa's up.

Lovingly he kissed the princess's sleeping eyelids gently, then went to seek the truth of her lover's figure. Because he himself was nervous that Clarissa was not an ordinary Werewolf, it was because of her speech, plus there were many things that stuck about her figure.

"Aldera, what's your plan?"

"First, I need to know first about my Mate and also who Albram is, and then I'll make all the Gladea Pack pay for it."

"But what if Rissa gets angry? Isn't the Gladea Pack his homeland?"

"He was warned not to return and run away like a traitor-then there was no longer any right for the Gladea Pack to call home. You forget that if Alpha's position changes, then the pack will change!"

"I agree, if I can I want to go now to the Pack and finish it!"

"But before that, I also need a report regarding the Vampire territory, it's been almost a week since Edward's death and the cowardly King still hasn't sent a decree of his fury."

"I think the Vampire King was more concerned with strengthening himself than crying over his son."

"You're right."

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*Vampire Region

the Dextram Kingdom

King Hexornt sat down with a saturated mind, this was the fourth day after his Crown-Silver Prince was officially buried, after the news of his death at the hands of the strongest Alpha Werewolf was scattered with great fanfare among the Vampires.

Not because he felt pity and sadness but the King who had entered the age of no longer semi, condemned the stupidity of his Son for defaming the good name of the royal family. If he wants to cross, do it smart! But this, he instead crossed paths with Aldera directly and died a very shameful death. That's what's on his mind.

Hexornt did not care about the death of his son, after all he had many children that he could appoint as his next candidate, but as long as he lives-the seat of the King it will never be given to him under the pretext of a father's affection. Hexornt had to swallow the pain and swearing of his vexation because the catch of Man to his was now reduced, there were even only 5 children to his offerings, all because Edward was useless!

Now how does he get supplies again, if the dimensional border gate has to be closed for the next 5 years. If Albram had not cut off the human shipment unilaterally, he would not have had to hunt on his own.

"Argh! Kepala*t! I'm so thirsty but if I finish those kids off, what about the offerings?!" Hexornt hit the dining table in front of him - who had now split in two - scattering all the dishes for him.

The line of servants can only bow down in fear, how not if all this time he was known as the greedy King and was also so crazy to be strong. Not only that, crazy ranking honor he decided not to have an official Queen.

Because according to him there is only one ruling house here, if he has a queen, it means he must share power, right? Even so, he still tolerates to have offspring for the future level of the royal successor. And the solution is to gather women and make them as slaves of lust and descent - if he himself is still very unwilling to give his throne away.

Hexornt glanced at the line of dancers who had previously tried to cheer him up before he suddenly changed because he could no longer resist the thirst of frequent blood in his throat. The female dancers who had now knelt were frightened, worried that one of them would be chosen by the King.

"You--fill this glass with your blood!" He said while throwing a dagger at one of the dancers from the Dark Elves who were sold as one of his slaves.

The woman looked doubtful, she was afraid of self-harm but she also did not dare to refuse the King's will let alone to make the Vampire King angry.

"Silence?! The Dark Elves are loyal followers of the Demon Ancestor, you received your oath thanks to the power of darkness right?"

"For the King, but I-I am not a descendant of the Halfyar---- Royal family"

"I don't care! Fill it immediately or I fill it with blood in your heart, Jal*ng!!" Hexornt pulls strong hair of the dancer.

With fear and a cry that broke the silence, the woman grabbed the dagger and scratched it in her hand letting the blood fall almost over the gilded cup. The King stared in amazement at the dusky purple color like a galaxy that has always been the hallmark of Dark Elf blood in the glass.

From the view of praising Hexornt sipped the drink but soon he slammed the glass with disappointment. "Not this blood! You're not blessed, Demon ancestor!"

"Yeah!!" The woman again grimaced in pain when she was slapped and beaten by Hexornt. "Your Majesty, I am just a commoner-Only a descendant of the Halfyar Royal Family gets the blessing as a loyal subordinate of the Demon nation, please forgive me...,"

Hexornt snarled a lot of annoyance! He wanted to be strong, he wanted to surpass the greatest power the Dragons had as the strongest Legend in the magic manna, but Dragon has never put its power on any people let alone that animal has long been lost somewhere, since the great war that dragged the extinction of the Demon Nation 1000 years ago. There is even news spread as well, that hewa legend was also extinct due to prehistoric warfare.

If the Dragon's blood can't be obtained, there's still another solution-because the Vampires are closer to the darkness, then if he has power on par with the Demon nation it's much more profitable, because there are still Dark Elves who have their strength as loyal followers.

But the Dark Elf with Vampires also had such a poor historical record that it was impossible for him to have the considerable strength of a Demon drop, either, and the worse he still has to defeat the royal family first if he wants his blood. As he was tormented by many options, there was one of the luckiest creatures in the Immortal who was born inheriting a great power and he was Aldera!

Now the blood of Noblesess no longer inherited kedala descent of the Kingdom of Vampires.All because the 50th King decided to marry a different mate race, and over time the purity of Vampire Noblesess was lost. Though there has been a hard rule for a Vampire King to have offspring with his own brother in order to preserve the pure blood.

But because it has been blinded by love, the King of the 50th nation Vampire or his grandfather used to violate it and still marry the woman of his choice, so that happens they only inherit golden hair as their trademark without having a very large controlling power like the previous Noblesess ancestor.

If he wanted to be as strong as the previous Noblesess Vampire ancestor again, he would have to repeat the Noblesess ritual awakening to have his power. And it had to eat at least 10 jt of human children's blood as its offering to be able to unlock the black magic on the Pandora-stone crystal just a little more, just a little more, but it's a pity that things have gotten more complicated since Aldera came to power to guard the border!

"Aldera, Aldera-ALDERA!!"

"I can make your wish come true, Father."

The loud and confident voice of a young man who was now sitting in an unglazed window in the room. He glanced at King Hexornt who was none other than his own father.

"This time what do you want, Devan?"

"I just want to show my filial piety to the parents. Doesn't it take someone to take the place of Big Brother to show the empathic love of parents and people, Father?"

Hexornt understood with his Third Son's remark, he wanted to replace the position of Crown Prince to his satisfaction. Of his fifteen Sons, the most ambitious and fiercely competitive Edward is Devan, though he himself has no intention of thinking about his successor's problems - but he can take advantage of his own Son right?

"You really reflect my figure Devan. Rather than Edward, you've satisfied me a lot longer." Hexornt tried to control his feelings of pride.

"I've been thinking about making you my replacement, but Dad was so helpless before Edward. You know, because of the demands of the Elders, Edward had to sit on the crown chair as the King's eldest son. But actually I like you better. Moreover, your mother is the daughter of Duke Eckrat, the controlling power of your mind is as proud as the true offspring of Eckrat."

"I'm very happy, all this time I've been watching my progress. For the sake of satisfying your pride, I will finish off that Alpha Werewolf before he becomes the Vampire King, Father."

Hexornt had thought of laughing amusedly with the words of his Son. But he still has to take Devan's heart in order to manipulate himself into his shield after Edward.

"Then find out Aldera's weakness and send an eye during the night acra of the fealty banquet another week."

"Dad not to worry."

Devan honors the father and leaves the room, with the Ashka-Prince of the two Vampire kingdoms meeting him as he enters the room. Devan stared triumphantly as he first managed to request the crown prince's seat after the death of his first brother.

"I hope you're not rash in dealing with Alpha, Devan."

Devan stops his path and stares resentfully at his second brother's advice. "Why? Are you afraid I'll end up like Edward? Look, I'm not gonna lose."

"Wouldn't it be enough for us to see Edward's death as a warning?"

"Are you jealous that I will be the candidate for the throne?"

"Devan, father never intended to give up his throne."

"Shut your mouth, loser!"

"What are you talking about there?" Hexornt glanced probingly at the stances of his two sons who were seen whispering to each other as if talking about something he should not hear.

Realizing that Hexornt was still observing, Devan quickly gave a smile to his older brother. "Sister gave me some advice to sneak into the Darkmoon Pack, I don't have to worry."

"Ashka gave input?" Hexornt was a little suspicious, because his second son never showed his interest in the enemy he preferred peace, and chose not to be in contact with Aldera. "Is that right, Ashka?"

Devan glanced at Ashka, asking her to follow her plot "Right, Dad."

"Hem, it's good if you help your sister. So, what's your need to come here?"

"Ah, sorry Ayahanda. I came to see Devan, sorry for my disrespectful attitude."

"All right, you can go. I hope there's some good news from your discussion of Werewolf territory."

Ashka and Devanember saluted and left the room. Of course Ashka asks Devan to follow her, as this matter cannot be ignored anymore.

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