MasukSix months later.I stand in the Grand Hall of the Palace, draped in my royal gown. It’s a pure, blinding white, encrusted with countless moonstones that shimmer like a dream under the chandeliers. I am heavy with child—eight months pregnant, nearing my time.But today is the day I am crowned Queen.Every **Alpha** in the kingdom is present. Representatives from other races have arrived as well—the Vampire King, the High Matriarch of the Witches, and the Elven Queen. It is a celebration of a magnitude the North has never seen.Lycan stands by the throne, holding the royal crown in his hands. It is a masterpiece of moonstones and diamonds, a symbol of power and grace."Halen Rhodes," Lycan’s voice booms through the hall. "As Royal Head Healer, you have saved countless lives. As my mate, you carry the future of this kingdom. Now, by my authority as Alpha King, I invite you to reign by my side as my Queen.""Do you accept?"I look at Lycan—at the warmth in his eyes and the sincerity of hi
Two years later.I stand on the podium of the Great Werewolf Medical Convention. Below me, medical experts from every race sit in silence, eyes fixed on my every move."This is my latest breakthrough—the Rogue Virus Purifier." I lift a crystal vial; the liquid inside glows with a soft, ethereal blue light.The hall erupts in thunderous applause. The Rogue Virus has been a nightmare for the werewolf world for centuries. Infected wolves either lose their sanity, turning into mindless killing machines, or they die in absolute agony. Countless healers have failed to find a cure.But I succeeded."This achievement would not have been possible without the unwavering support of **Alpha King Lycan**," I continue. "He provided the research environment, the rarest herbs, and the finest team of assistants."I look toward the VIP section where Lycan is seated. He is smiling at me, his eyes overflowing with pride and love.Two years. We have been together for two years, and they have been the happi
Three days later.The High Tribunal of the Capital.The elite of the entire werewolf kingdom had gathered—**Alphas** from every pack, the Council of Elders, and members of the High Parliament. This was a public trial, for the crimes committed by Isabella Whitmore were too grave to ignore.Conspiring with **Rogues**, murdering a pack member, deceiving an Alpha, and attempting to assassinate both the Royal Head Healer and the Alpha King. Each was a capital offense.I sat in the witness stand. Lycan sat upon the high throne, his arm still bound in bandages. Ella was brought in, weighted down by heavy silver shackles, looking like a ghost of her former self. Yet, her eyes were still venomous as she locked onto me."Ella Whitmore," the Chief Justice read the charges. "You are accused of: One, conspiring with Rogues to murder a member of the Moonlight Pack; Two, deceiving the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack by usurping the identity of his savior; Three, the systematic bullying and framing of you
Three months later.My relationship with Lycan grew closer every day. He understood me, respected me, and supported me. He gave me a sense of security I had never known before.That day, I was in the lab researching a new potion, using moonstone powder as a catalyst."Halen, try adding this." Lycan handed me a small vial of silver powder.I took it, surprised. "Is this... refined moonstone?""Yes," Lycan nodded. "I had the royal craftsmen refine it specifically for you. It’s three times the purity of the standard grade.""But... this must have been incredibly expensive.""No price is too high for your research," Lycan said with a smile. "Try it. Let's see if it works."I carefully added the powder, and the potion reacted instantly. The dull liquid brightened, emitting a soft, ethereal silver glow."It worked!" I cried out, excited. "Lycan, look! The potency has at least doubled!""Good," Lycan said, watching me with pure tenderness. "If you’re happy, I’m happy."I looked up at him, my
One year later.The Royal Capital of the North.I stand in the grand assembly hall. Below me sit **Alphas** and Head Healers from every corner of the world. Their eyes are fixed on me, wide with awe."This is the new formula I’ve developed," I say, lifting a crystal vial. "Silver-Bane Purifier. It completely eradicates silver toxins from a werewolf’s system, even the deepest, oldest traces."The room erupts."Is it true?""Silver poisoning has always been our greatest threat!""If we can actually cure it..."I open the bottle and let a single drop fall onto the testing platform. The silver liquid shimmers against the moonstone."I extracted this from three hundred rare herbs. I will release the recipe publicly, but the refinement process is delicate. It requires a professional healing team."I look up at the man seated at the highest point: **Alpha King Lycan Blackthorn**. He is young, barely in his early twenties, with eyes that run deep. He’s watching me with admiration—and something
Three days later, Domine went to the dungeons. He wanted to face Ella himself.The dungeons were deep and dark, lit only by the flickering glow of a few torches. Ella was locked in the deepest cell, bound in silver shackles. Constant contact with silver drains a werewolf’s essence, rotting the flesh and making every second an agony.Ella heard footsteps. She lifted her head and saw Domine."Domine!" Hope flared in her eyes. "You’re here! I knew you’d come! You’re here to save me, aren't you?"Domine stood outside the bars, looking at her with eyes of ice. "Save you?" His voice held no warmth. "You're dreaming."Ella’s smile died."I’m here to tell you that in three days, you will be publicly executed," Domine continued. "In front of the entire pack. With a silver blade. It’s going to be slow, and it’s going to hurt. I’m going to make sure you feel every ounce of pain you ever caused Halen."Ella began to shake. "No... please... Domine, we’re mates! You marked me at the ceremony! We hav







