Crushed Crown

Crushed Crown 12

Basil

I press my head up to the waterfall. The water cascades over my head. The basin we are bathing in feels so good. It's warm. Only Eden would have water like this. It's blue. It's beautiful. It's perfect.

The only thing more perfect is Yuma.

He rises out of the water. His body is dripping wet. The water surrounds his pretty face, his oval eyes. His body is lean and tight. His abs are cut and chiseled. He has a small stature but it's so damn attractive to me. His long hair is wet when he comes out of the water. It wraps around his naked body like a black web.

He makes his way up to me slowly.

He grabs my dick.

"Damn."

Within a matter of seconds, I feel his warm mouth up against the shaft of my long hard dick. His wet mouth vacuums me up.

"How does it feel, Master?" he asks me.

I love it when he calls me that.

"It feels amazing," I respond.

His tongue swirls around the head. He goes deep. I can feel the depths of his throat up against my cock. I can hear the slurping noises as he goes deeper down. His big lips fold up against my skin. His tight, packaged sized body begins to grind up against his leg. The water beats down over us. It cascades over us. If we were humans we would have probably drowned under the force of the water. Hell, even as resilient werewolves it doesn't matter. The water is absolutely everywhere but I love every moment of it.

The water rushes down his wet back. I make sure to glide my hands down that same back feeling the splash of the waterfalls as they flicker through his crack. I get down there. My fingers secure a spot in the warmest depths of his ass.

"I want it," he's moaning.

My dick is throbbing hard when I hear his voice urging me to please him. I grab his little body. He's so light to me. I've always loved that about him. I always loved how easy it was to pick him up.

I don't hesitate to do it. I grab him lifting him high above my head. I don't give him the dick yet. No, not yet. I lift him high and sit him on my head, moistening the deep tight hole with my sticky wet tongue, lathering him up until he's moaning and begging for more.

Then I lower him right on my dick.

I don't mind the jagged rocks underneath my ass when I begin to drop him steadily on my dick. All I can concentrate on is the action. The feeling of his body pacing onto my dick over and over. The feeling of vulnerability as his hands wrap around my neck, pulling me into him and kissing me while begging me to have his way with him.

I fuck him, thrusting harder than the waterfall over us into him. I lift him again and push him, pressing him and pounding him out into the rocks. Looking at him, you would think he would break. Hearing him scream you would think he was in pain, but I knew better.

Yuma has a smile on his face.

His small, tight butt fits barely in my arms. It looks as though my dick wouldn't even fit in it, but it's the perfect fit.

He's moaning.

"Fuck me, fuck me."

He's grasping at the rock. He's losing control and for a moment he almost changes into his wolf. His hands become claws and he slashes on the rocks breaking them with pure force. I push harder into him. I put pressure. I feel the back of his insides. I want to feel it all. I want to feel the walls. I want to feel the hole. I want to feel the fucking intestines.

"I'm cumming," I tell my beta, as I pull out.

He drops to his knees ready to take me into him. I begin to nut he opens his mouth ready to catch it. His tongue licks my tip. For a moment he looks more like a cat drinking milk than a werewolf. He continues to lick the tip drawing out my wolf milk from the tip of my dick. I give him a big load, sending the massive white orgasm all down his throat.

He swallows it all.

"Are you satisfied?" he asks me, "Or would you like to go again."

"What about you?" I ask him.

"You're my Alpha. I don't need to have an orgasm. It's all about you."

"I want you to," I tell him.

"Whatever you want."

I sit there and think for a minute. It's been like this for a while. It's been whatever I want. I knew the rules of the werewolves. This wasn't supposed to be some Romeo and Juliet love story. Hell, this wasn't even 50 Shades of Grey. No. I owned Yuma. Heart, body, and soul. I owned everything of him and he owned nothing of me. I knew that's how it was supposed to be, but that wasn't how it was with me and Yuma.

I was in love with him.

I grab him off the rocks. I toss him over my shoulder, slapping his ass a few times playfully fingering his hole one last time for good measure. We get to the nearby grass and I lay him down.

"I want you to be happy."

"I'm happy with you."

"I want you to be happy. Period," I explain to him, "War is coming. I might not always be around to make you happy. You need to find that in yourself."

"Don't say things like that."

"It's the truth. Rhinegold hates the idea of a weak Walid. He is going to do whatever it takes to make the wolves stronger again...even if that means rebellion against Genesis."

"Genesis won't let that happen," Yuma states, in this voice sounding so sure of himself, "Yas won't make that happen."

He sounds so sure of himself. I had heard the rumors back then when we were in the camps before we turned against Rhinegold. Even now members of my pack came to tell me what was going on. If only Yuma knew what his brother was really up to he wouldn't be thinking of him with such googly eyes.

Yas was behind the rebellion. He was helping Rhinegold. They plotted to restore the pride of the werewolf. They plotted to remove Genesis from beside Walid so that Walid could rule as they saw fit. So that he could be the truth Alpha of Alphas.

But I wasn't sure if Yuma could handle the truth about his brother.

Not yet.

"Let's get some sleep," I tell him.

Yuma doesn't hesitate or argue. He's always obedient. He crawls up in my arms and before long I can feel him falling asleep. I hold him through the night.

I can't sleep myself that night though. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the feeling of dread that keeps crawling up my skin. I don't know what it is. All I know is that something is coming. Something bad. Call it wolf intuition.

I look down at Yuma.

I knew that I had to protect him...no matter what it took.

~

That bad thing comes in the middle of the night. I'm already up, but Yuma wakes up with this sense of alarm. He senses it too.

"What is it?"

"I'm not sure..." I respond.

We look in the distance. Something was coming fast. Something was moving through the trees so fast. Some sort of torpedo. Some sort of bullet. Some sort of meteor. It breaks down the trees in the distance, blasting things aside. I had no idea what it was but it was moving faster and faster. I'm growling into the darkness forgetting that I'm still in my human shape.

It flies right past us slamming into the waterfall hard.

Yuma and I run over to see exactly what it was.

"Is that?"

I nod.

"Genesis."

I can hardly recognize him. It is clear that his body had been launched from somewhere. Somewhere far. I look down at Genesis. I can hardly recognize him. He looks beaten and bruised so fucking badly.

"Is he alive?" Yuma asks.

I check his pulse.

"Barely..."

I don't see how someone could have survived being tossed halfway across Eden. I grab Genesis and bring him to the shore away from the waterfall. He's barely breathing. He is in bad shape. Really bad shape. I don't know what to do. The fucking King of Eden of all people just so happened to be here, right now.

"It serves him right," Yuma states, "Probably stole someone's man."

Yuma makes a snide little face. I'm sure he's being like that towards Genesis because of what Genesis did to Yas in the past. Yuma has a good heart though even with his shady side remarks, he's checking Genesis for any fatal blows from being launched into a waterfall.

"Whatever did this to him isn't done," I state, sniffing the air, "Whatever did this to him is on his way here now."

I can feel it. I can smell it. It has to be powerful to have done this to Genesis. More powerful than we know. Yas can sense it too. I can see the panic in his eyes. I knew one thing at this moment above all else. I had to protect Yas. Even before Genesis. Fuck the crown or the rebellion or the fight for Eden. My loyalty...my duty was to protect my beta.

"What do we do?" Yuma asks.

He looks at me with this wide eyes. He's desperately needing leadership. I hesitate. I don't want to do anything rash right now but we don't have time.

"Take Genesis."

"Take him?"

"Take him and run."

"I'm not leaving you."

"Yuma...that wasn't a suggestion," I tell my Beta in a deep voice and a growl.

I can see tears well up in his eyes. He's scared. He probably has a reason to be. He probably doesn't think Genesis is worth us separating. The truth is though I needed to know what was heading this way but I couldn't do that with Yuma around.

Yuma changes into a wolf at that moment.

I put Genesis on Yuma. His wolf is so little that Genesis almost hangs off of him. I brace myself for being separated by Yuma, pushing my nose up against muzzle.

His rough wolf tongue comes out licking me and quickly turns around probably to hide tears of worry staining his fur.

I turn at that moment to the distance.

It's coming...

Luckily Yuma is long gone before it arrives but it is flying through the sky and when it lands I can see that it is a stranger. He looks lost, confused but utterly angry. He has dark skin. He looks sort of like Genesis. Maybe a cousin. A brother even. And then I feel the darkness all around him. I feel this power just coming off of him like heat from a radiator.

"Where is he?" the person asks.

I don't know who the person is and I don't know what he wants but I know that I'm not going to help him especially if Genesis was with Yuma.

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

"WHERE IS HE!"

The voice booms. It's scary, to say the least. I feel this feeling of insecurity as my body is lifted high up into the air. I am floating there, completely suspended as though by a million wires. I feel my body constrained unable to move and unable to change into my wolf form. It's him! It's this stranger. With a simple look, I feel as though I have no more control of myself. I look down and realize that this thing must be a witchdoctor...

Except...different...

"Drop him, please," I hear a voice say.

I'm surprised when I see Yas, Yuma's brother. The Ambassador is standing just a few inches from the witchdoctor. He's naked, so it's clear he has just changed from a wolf. Maybe that is how he was able to follow so quickly.

Why the hell was Yas with this...thing?

Someone else is approaching. I notice the person is riding on the back of a werewolf. When I see who the werewolf is I'm surprised, to say the least.

Rory?

The person jumps off of Rory. This person gets in between me and this witchdoctor.

"Lafayette...stop..." the person states.

Lafayette looks at the stranger, "You told me you would wait for me forever and you cheated on me with...that..."

"This isn't you Lafayette. You've been around darkness too long. Listen to reason."

"NO! I'm going to find him. I'm going to kill him."

At that moment the witchdoctor Lafayette leaves, attempting to pursue Genesis. Luckily he is heading in the wrong way then Yuma went. His lover jumps on Rory and immediately they pursue Lafayette.

And it becomes painfully clear that Yuma was completely right.

This was over a man.

I'm left alone with Yas and I'm more confused than ever.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Come with me...I have a lot to explain."

~

I go with Yas. I do it mostly because he has a unique scent to pick up. Yas was bitten by a vampire so he is half wolf and half vampire. I figure if I stick with him then maybe Yuma will find it easier to track me down.

Yas and I head to a carriage. The carriage is in the distance and seems to almost be waiting for us. He doesn't say anything to me until we get to the carriage.

"Where is Yuma?" he asks me.

I think about telling him the truth...about Genesis, but honestly I don't know if I trust him. He seemed to know what was going on with that person who was attacking Genesis. I needed to feel Yas out a little bit more.

"Back at camp," I tell him."

"When we get back to the palace you should send for him."

"Why are we going back to the palace?"

"The wolves have taken over Eden," Yas explains, "Within a matter of time Genesis will be dead. Walid will rule alone."

He says it clearly. I should be happy. I guess that's what all the werewolves want. They felt like Walid was looking weak with such a strong beta. The only thing is Genesis wasn't a beta. Genesis was a king.

"Genesis wasn't a bad king," I state.

Yas looks at me almost like I'm crazy, "He cut off Walid's dick."

"This isn't about Walid," I explain to Yas, "Genesis helped keep the peace in Eden. He gave all the races their territory. He made sure to put down laws. He gave ambassadors so everyone could have a voice. Why have Walid replace him?"

"You sound as though you are turning against the Alpha of Alphas," Yas asks, "Is that the case, Basil?"

"You act as though that would be crazy. Walid treats you like shit."

"I'm his beta."

"So what?" I ask, "So you create war? So you put Eden into chaos? I knew someone close to the king was behind all of this. This was you Yas. Wasn't it? All of you. You have no idea the shit you just started. What the fuck was that...thing...that was attacking Genesis?"

"Lafayette," Yas states, "He's just like me. He understands. We had to show him. You put your man close to Genesis and he's going to take him. It's only a matter of time. And he throws them out. We have a witch named Brandon who is helping us. A witch. He knows the real Genesis. That's why he is helping us. Now Genesis is finally getting what he deserved."

"That's the problem," I respond.

"What is?"

"If Genesis can take your man so easily then maybe he wasn't your man, to begin with."

Yas look at me. He looks at me hard. He was such a different person. Even the way he stared at me was different. Something was wrong with Yas. He was such a nice guy before. Sure he talked back a little too much and he was free spirited, but he was always sweet. What the hell was wrong with him?

"I have my goals and you do too," Yas explains, "But you'll see. Once Walid marries me everything will be right."

I look at Yas.

"Yas...you think Walid is going to marry you."

Yas doesn't even seem to think this is weird. If Walid wanted to rule with Yas he would have made moves to make that happen a long time ago. What the fuck was wrong with Yas?

For the first time, I see it.

A twitch.

A twitch almost letting me know that not everything was right with Yas.

"Once we get married," he states ignoring my concern, "Everything will work out in our favor."

Yas smiles. It's a strange smile. It's a delusional smile.

I don't see just how delusional Yas is until we arrive at the Blood Palace. The smell of semen has stained the walls as we walk in. It's morning by the time we get there. Early in the morning but the sounds of moaning can be heard everywhere.

As we walk through it becomes clear how Walid is going to rule.

He walks out.

He's the tallest man still. He has the look of a king but Walid is completely drunk when he walks out. He has a robe open. It's an expensive looking robe. He has a cup of wine in one hand, a crushed crown on his head and he's completely naked underneath it all. His big dick is swinging left to right.

"Basil! Welcome to the orgy..."

That's exactly what it was. An orgy. They may be celebrating something. I'm sure they are celebrating the fact that there is a jealous Witchdoctor chasing Genesis all over Eden.

That's when I see the other Alphas. They are lushes, completely ready to celebrate with Walid. I see Rhinegold. He looks like he's just arrived not too long ago but already he's leaning up against one of the pillows in the main hall of the palace. There are two girls on him. Both of them are taking turns sucking his cock. He smokes a cigar.

I hate seeing him the most. He has this cocky smile on his face.

"Yas...did you find where Rory ran off to?" Rhinegold asks.

Yas looks like he doesn't want to be involved. I don't mind though.

I walk up to Rhinegold. I don't care if he thinks he's living like kings in this grand palace getting two vampire girls sucking his dick. I don't care if he thinks this is the life. I knew that he was the one who helped Yas with this plan. I wanted to knock this piece of shit into next dimension for what he did.

"He doesn't want anything to do with you," I state."He's my beta."

"Cole is your beta."

"Cole's dead," Rhinegold says with a smile, "My new beta is Rory."

"Then why isn't he by your side?" I ask him.

"You----" he states, "You and your beta fought my men to protect the vampire prince."

I shrug at that moment.

"I sure did," I tell Rhinegold, "What the fuck are you going to do about it, mutt?"

Rhinegold looks like he's ready to get up. I'm ready for him. I'm more than ready. Rhinegold killed Chocolate, a loyal friend of mine. He killed Chocolate to take Rory. Rory was a good person. The way he treated Rory was a way that no one should be treated. That was the thing with people like Rhinegold. He came and took whatever he wanted. He felt like there were no consequences.

He hated Walid but now that Walid was a drunk mess of a king who was treating the Alphas like gods, he was here acting like he was a beloved houseguest.

"No time for this," Walid states, putting his hands around me, "Basil. Let me have a word with you."

Rhinegold gives me a look. I can tell it's one of those looks that he doesn't trust me. I can tell that it's one of those looks that tells me we will butt heads one day. And I planned on making sure his head wasn't attached to his body for much longer when we do.

Walid puts his arm around me.

He starts walking away. There are naked people everywhere. Every fucking where.

Boys kissing boys. Boys kissing girls. Boys fucking boys. Girls wearing strapons and fucking boys. Howls, moans, screams. All of it was in this room.

We get in a private room and Walid is about to shut the door but someone tries to stop him. I turn back and realize that it's Yas.

"Can I have a moment?" Yas asks Walid.

Walid looks annoyed if anything, "What the fuck do you want now?"

"I wanted to see you."

Walid looks annoyed, "Not now."

You would think Walid would have the time for someone who gave him the throne, but that isn't the case. I can't even feel bad for Yas. Not completely at least. There is still a part of me that feels like something is wrong with him. Something I can't put my finger on.

Walid closes the door. We aren't alone in the room. Walid sits on the couch. Immediately I see naked boys walk up to us. They are sexy, I have to admit. I think they are vampire servants of the Blood Palace. They have dope bodies, handsome faces, big dicks and round asses. I watch as a few start fanning Walid, then I watch as one continues to lube up his ass and almost as though it's nothing sit on Walid's dick.

LITERALLY just sits on his dick as though he was giving Walid massages.

He begins to ride Walid's dick.

"Do I need to be here for this?" I ask.

Walid lets out a little moan as the boy bounces on his dick slowly, "How rude of me? You...sit on Basil's dick."

Some random boy with a muscular nice body walks up to me and grabs the same lube as the other boy. I look at this and immediately push him off of me.

"I'm not interested," I state, looking at the table, "Is that cocaine?"

"You want some?"

"You are able to bring cocaine from the human world but you blocked off the walls. Rumor has it the vampires are starving."

Walid shrugs.

"What can I say? It's good to be king. Yas tells me the Lucii will keep the vampires off my back as long as I don't interfere with them getting revenge on Genesis. As for the rest of them? Fuck it. Let them die off. I don't give a fuck."

I roll my eyes, "Losing your first beta did a number on you, hasn't it? You're just not the same. I don't get why I'm even here. What do you want Walid?"

"Is that any way to talk to the Alpha of Alphas?" Walid asks me, "The king of Eden?"

He was right. Regardless of how much I hated what he was doing to the palace and where his priorities lied.

"How can I help you, my king?"

"I've sent for my ambassador Micko. He is refusing me. I need you to go to the Witch Tower."

"Why me?"

"Because you're the sensible Alpha," he responds, "You can talk some sense into him. I need to know if the witches are going to be any trouble."

"I don't want to be involved."

Walid looks at me hard.

He tosses the boy who is riding his dick off of him. Walid just nutted. And the nut is dripping down his muscular legs. He almost gets it on me when he stands up aggressively. He looks me in my eyes. He looks at me in this threatening manner. He just seems so angry. So pissed.

"From this day forward, whatever I say goes," Walid explains, "You Alphas have too long felt like you were in charge. There are no more packs. There are no more Alphas. From this day forward...I'm Alpha. I'm king. So do what I say I'll have them find Yuma and I'll fuck him in the ass...and show him what a real Alpha's dick feels like."

~

Anger rages inside of me. I leave the Blood palace for the Witch towers immediately still hearing Walid's threat. I don't care if he's drunk. This was Yas. Yas had put him in power. Walid couldn't have done that shit by himself. He was terrified of Genesis. We all knew it. We all saw it. It may have been embarrassing for the wolves but it kept him in check.

Now there was no check.

There were no balances.

And I had been reduced from an Alpha of my own pack to Walid's errand boy. The worst part of it is the other Alphas probably hadn't even noticed Walid was taking away their power. He had gotten them so drunk and horny that they were completely distracted by the fact that sooner or later Walid would run Eden into the ground.

I ask to speak to Micko when I get to the Witch Towers. The Witch Towers are a weird place. It's eerie. The towers are all grand in size. They are skyscrapers. They seem to hold a weight of importance like the Blood Palace, but inside wasn't nearly as nice.

It's dark.

Cold.

There are no decorations. Only stone walls and men walking around in long robes looking like Catholic priests or something. Everyone seems so god damn serious in the witch towers. It's a completely different vibe from the mass party that the wolves are throwing in the Blood Palace. I notice something else too...I notice how they are guarded.

I notice how they seem almost military in nature.

Almost like they are preparing for something.

Like they are preparing for war.

And for a moment I'm not mad about it.

"If he wants me to come to him, the answer is no," Micko states, "He is no king of mine."

The Ambassador isn't alone. He is with others. All of them are dressed in red. It's clear he didn't trust me. He didn't know it was a trick.

I'm glad he doesn't. I'm still heated at Walid. He had made the wrong enemy.

"Good."

"Good?"

"I don't know what's wrong with Yas. I don't know why he put Walid on the throne," I state, "But I don't support it."

"How do we know you're telling the truth?"

I'm being completely honest here. I hate that I have to go against my lover's brother but there was no way I was going to support Walid as King. Even if I was the only wolf not to do so. If these witches were against him, then I was against them.

"My lover has Genesis. If everything goes right he'll be tracking me. He'll track me here. He'll bring Genesis to safety."

The witches seem to finally be a little at ease. I watch a few of the guards back off when I say this to Micko. It's clear they support Genesis.

"Your lover is Yuma. Yas's brother."

"I'll talk to him. I'll explain that Yas is...well...changed..."

"I've recognized the sickness in Yas for quite some time," Micko states, "I tried to warn him. I asked him to come to the Towers and see if there are any cures for his affliction."

"Affliction?"

"He's sick. The vampire and the werewolf are unsustainable," Micko responds, "We have done the research on it in the towers. There is a reason that hybrids don't exist."

The twitch. It was clear now. The hybrid blood was causing Yas to lose his mind.

"Yas isn't the real threat. Someone is tracking Genesis. Someone powerful."

"Who?" Micko asks.

"His name is Lafayette."

I don't think it means anything to the other witches. They all look at each other not realizing what that name really meant.

Micko nods, however, "Genesis can defeat it."

"No...no, he can't. It seems like they fought already. Lafayette got the better of Genesis. We need something stronger."

"I know someone stronger. Santos."

"I heard Santos was dead."

Micko shakes his head entering a deep thought, "Not quite..."

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