Alpha Maximus：The last lycan

Chapter 20

I’m lying in a bed naked, with Hope straddling me and her arms wrapped around my neck.

‘What happened? Where are we?’ I ask, wondering if it has all been a dream.

‘Alpha Tate and Alpha Liam are dead. I have told our new pack members to bury the dead,’ she

says, proudly.

Smiling, I cup her face.

‘I see you’ve already adjusted to being Luna,’ I say, and she smiles.

‘Well, you were knocked out from the wolfsbane and everyone bowed to me and chanted Luna!

So, I got them to carry you in here to rest, and they all stood around waiting for orders. I wanted to do

the right thing by the dead, so they were all buried, except for Alpha Tate, Alpha Liam and Sam. I had

them cremated,’ she explains, smiling.

‘You are a true Luna indeed!’ I say, kissing her forehead. She blushes and smiles. Swinging my

legs over the bed to stand, everything sways.

‘Oh, no you don't! You have a really bad fever. You need to stay and rest until you are better. I'm

going to stay here, by your side, okay?’ Hope says, lifting my feet back into the bed.

She grabs a washcloth from the bedside table, in a bowl of water, and squeezes it, before wringing

it out, and wiping the sweat off my forehead, trying to cool my body down. The coldness of the

washcloth, and her other hand stroking my face, soothes me. She does this for hours, and then leaves

the room, to bring me some food.

She returns with a bowl of soup and bread on a tray. She props the pillows up behind me to help

me sit up, to spoon feed me the soup.

‘This reminds me of when I fed you with the chopsticks,’ I laugh, and she giggles.

‘I’m glad I can return the favour, and feed you,’ she says, smirking. There’s a knock on the door.

‘Come in,’ I yell, and Sally enters the room, smiling.

‘How are you feeling Max? I mean, Alpha Maximus? Is that what I should call you?’ She wonders.

We start laughing.

‘You're not my pack member, so you can just call me Max. I should be asking you how you are

after Alpha Tate stabbed you,’ I say.

‘Hope was able to heal me. It didn't even scar,’ she says, proudly, smiling at Hope.

‘So, you aren't freaked out about the whole werewolf thing?’ I ask.

‘At first, I was, but now I think it's kind of cool. In fact, I think I might even be a little bit jealous that

I'm not a wolf!’ She answers, laughing, and we all laugh.

‘Sally, I want to thank you for saving Hope. If you hadn't been brave and snuck up on Alpha Tate

like that, I don't know if we would have had the same outcome. A frying pan. Of all things!’ I say,

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‘I had to improvise. I wasn’t able to shift into a wolf like everyone else!’ She laughs. ‘You’re very

welcome! I would gladly hit anyone over the head with a frying pan, if it means rescuing Hope!’ She

grins, and we laugh.

Hope stares at me with a serious look on her face.

‘So, what now?’ She asks.

‘I'm going to call Alex and let him know the good news. Alpha Greg and his pack should be arriving

at Alpha Dan's tomorrow. They’ll wait for us, and we will fight for our home, and the Blood Moon pack

will be reinstated,’ I reply.

‘Well, let's get this fever gone. Hopefully you will be fine by the morning,’ Hope mumbles, and Sally

leaves the room while Hope runs a cool bath for me.

She is tiny but still helps me stand, and hop into the bathtub, and she pulls her dress off over her

head and gets in with me. With her back against my chest, my member is pressed hard against her

back. I wrap my arms around her waist, and kiss her shoulder and neck, making her moan.

She tilts her head back to look up at me. I lean down and rub the tip of my nose against hers, and

peck her on the lips. She spins around and presses her breasts firmly against my chest, and nuzzles

her face in my neck. Her teeth protrude and lightly graze my marking spot, teasing me.

‘When did you become so naughty?’ I ask her. She giggles and blushes.

‘I can't help but feel naughty when I’m with you,’ she says, wrapping her hand around my hard

member making me moan.

There’s a knock on the door and we sigh. Hope reluctantly gets out of the bath, wraps a towel

around herself, and leaves. Moments later, she returns, throwing a dress on.

‘Sally said the new pack members are worried about what will become of them, and are

complaining about repairs that need to be done,’ Hope explains, sighing, and I get out of the bath.

‘How are you feeling?’ She asks.

‘I think we broke the fever. I’m feeling much better,’ I answer.

‘Would you like to go back to bed and rest, or do you want to come downstairs and address our

pack?’ She asks.

‘I’ll come downstairs with you. Give me a moment to dress,’ I say, with a smile.

We walk hand in hand downstairs, into a roomful of pack members, who bow their heads when we

enter, and we take our seats.

‘You are now all members of Blood Moon. Tomorrow your Luna and I will head to Ashwood where

we will join Alpha Dan's and Alpha Greg's packs. Our intention is to fight them and reclaim my territory,

and the packhouse. You can stay in the village, you can stay here, or stay in any of my territories,’ I

explain. The room fills with chatter as everyone speaks among themselves.

‘Some of us would like to stay here, but it's quite old and run-down. It needs a lot of repairs. The

soil here is perfect for growing food and farming. If we had the money, we would be able to grow larger

crops, and supply food to all the packhouses you own, all year round,’ a man says.

‘Yes, this place is looking old, and the landscape is incredibly lush and thriving. Many of the pack

houses I took over were poverty-stricken, yet the alphas wore the finest clothing and had the finest

houses. The pack members had barely any food,’ I explain.

‘Is there any way you can make this place and the other pack houses more liveable?’ He asks.

I walk off; every one goes silent, and looks at Hope.

‘He will be back in a moment,’ she says.

Returning to the room, I throw a bag at the man, he catches it, and looks at me, confused.

‘Open it,’ I say, kindly.

The man empties the bag over the table, and hundreds of bundles of money tumble out. Everyone

gasps, in shock at all the money.

‘I’m going to leave you in charge as Treasurer. There is almost one million dollars there for you.

Allocate it to wherever it needs to be spent. When the money runs out, contact me, and I’ll give you

more. No werewolf will live in poverty, and you will have a proper food farm up and running,’ I explain,

and they all cheer and clap. One by one, they thank me and Hope for our kindness and generosity.

It’s getting dark when the pack members invite us outside to join them around a bonfire, where we

listen to their stories, and they play music, and dance around the fire.

Hope and Sally join in, twirling around the fire. I don't keep my eyes off Hope; it gives me great

happiness seeing her free and happy.

When the fire has gone out, Hope is asleep in my lap. I carry her to bed, and snuggle her,

wrapping my arms around her. I’m glad to have her safe in my arms again, but struggle to sleep

knowing the war isn't over yet.

We still have to reclaim our home, and fight multiple packs at once. I pray to the Moon Goddess to

keep Hope safe, and to help get our home back. Hope stirs, having a bad dream. She tosses and

turns.

‘Nathan!’ She yells.

Gently waking her, she quickly sits up, gasping for air.

‘Are you okay? You were having a bad dream.’

She starts crying.

‘I dreamt about the explosion, about Nathan,’ she cries, wiping her tears. Wrapping my arms

around her, I scoop her onto my lap and caress her face to comfort her.

‘I wish he was still here,’ she whispers.

‘Me too,’ I whisper.