The Alpha's Triple Lunas novel Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty-Four – The Dwarfs Plea.

(At Dragon Dynasty)

The Cold Prince paced around in his red suit, his black boots clamping around.

He threw down his sword as it kept making annoying sounds while he walked.

Looking down at it, it felt so small, so useless without being in his hands.

He exhaled and tried channeling his energy unto a nearby vase. His eyes turned a darker shade and a sensation filled the room.

A darker sensation circled around the vase but did nothing to it.

He added more intensity to his gaze and the vase elevated before dropping to the ground. Breaking to half.

He still got his dynasty magic. He might go back to not needing swords in a war.

He smiled at himself but it vanished. He had just practiced on his sister’s favorite vase, he’d get a mouthful.

He felt tired on remembering she wasn’t around him. The metallic bell rang, indicating that he was being summoned for a meeting.

He had suspected it but wished it came later. He was in the worst moods at the time.

This was the last thing he needed now. A rebellion at this time he needed all the help he can to get back his sister from that wicked damsel.

She was such a fool to have followed him, when she clearly had no way of defending herself.

She was more foolish by sending her bird to take her come instead of climbing a top it.

In her words it would be “burdening the bird”, failing to realize that keeping dragon birds under cages is already burdening.

“Your highness, Sir Lu is here. He’s a representative of the dwarfs” a small boy walked in to declare. He nodded and the boy left.

The last thing he needed was the dwarfs leaving their farms and pens unkempt, or worse siding with the werewolves.

Of all mythical creatures, those unruly wolves were the only ones who broke from submitting to the dynasty magic. The dwarfs should never make that breakthrough as well, never.

He winced his eyes as the sunlight pierced into them. It burned. Perhaps due to him staring at space lost in thought.

Or due to him staying in the dark for so long. Or both. Or due to him not getting a single sleep in the night.

“Sir Lu” he greeted with a handshake before sitting at the chair arranged for him.

There were in the courtroom and the dwarfs sprawled around on the ground below him, where they belonged.

Sir Lu nodded before going back to sit with the rest. The dwarfs all looked well fed and grumpy. Cold Prince began regretting lots of things.

“So I hear that farms and pens are without workers. The dwarfs are in charge of those. Or am I wrong?” he queried.

A scoff came from one of the dwarfs. Cold Prince tilted his head towards her. It was a young female dwarf.

She was wearing their tribal crop shirt with flair trousers. And had some ink markings on her body.

Markings on women always disgusted the Cold Prince so he didn’t tarry long on her.