The crowd pressed in around us, their voices a strange mixture of technical analysis and romantic speculation. Half discussed the finer points of taking down a larger opponent, while the other half cooed over the King and his new mate—me, somehow. I stood there, still catching my breath, my hand clutched in Theo's much larger one, wondering how I'd gone from pack Gamma to spectacle in the span of a single match."Did you see how she used his weight against him?" A Lycan guard was explaining to his companion, gesturing wildly with his hands. "Pure technique, not strength.""But the way he looked at her when she pinned him," a female werewolf sighed dreamily nearby. "Like she hung the moon itself."I felt heat crawl up my neck, spreading across my cheeks like wildfire. The training mat beneath my feet suddenly s
I glanced over to meet Theo's eyes, finding them already fixed on me. He rose smoothly, brushing popcorn from his hands."I'd love to help with this demonstration," he said, his voice carrying across the training ground. "I'd rather do it than let someone else."The significance of his offer wasn't lost on anyone present. The Lycan King, volunteering to be taken down by a werewolf in front of both species – it was unprecedented."Are you sure?" I asked as he approached, aware of every eye upon us.His smile was warm, intimate despite our audience. "Yes."Elijah patted him on the back as they passed each other. "Hope you know how to fall, Your Majesty."I laughed, shaking my
The dining room had thinned to a whisper of its earlier chaos. Only a handful of souls remained, scattered across tables like forgotten chess pieces on an abandoned board. I sat across from Theo, our empty plates pushed aside, the warmth of his knee against mine under the table sending quiet jolts through my body with each subtle shift. Elijah and Elena sat opposite us, nursing cups of coffee that had likely gone cold, their faces bearing the weight of Benjamin Thorne's unexpected appearance just an hour before. The silence between us felt heavy yet comfortable – the kind that forms between people who don't need words to understand the gravity of their situation."We need to carry on as planned, don't we?" I finally said, my voice cutting through the stillness. The question hung between us, though I already knew the answer.Theo nodded, his amber eyes ref
My hand trembled in Theo's grip as we approached the dining room entrance. The noise from inside—clinking cutlery, murmured conversations, occasional laughter—faded to a distant hum beneath the thundering of my own heartbeat. Two days. It had been only two days since I'd met this man, this Lycan King who now claimed me as his mate, and here I stood, about to face a room full of people who would call me their Queen. I felt Theo's thumb trace a gentle circle against my skin, and through our newly formed bond, I sensed Aeson—his inner Lycan—stirring with protective instinct."Ready?" Theo whispered, his breath warm against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with fear.I nodded, not trusting my voice, and we stepped through the grand archway into The Golden Compass's main dining hall. The room was bathed in morning
I stared at the remnants of dried blood on my hotel room door, now being scrubbed away by a uniformed staff member whose eyes never quite met mine. The crimson letters had spelled out "NOT MY QUEEN" in what I knew was not paint but actual blood—Benjamin Thorne's idea of a calling card. My fingertips tingled with a strange numbness, but my chest burned with something heavier, something that settled between my ribs and sank down into my stomach. The weight of consequences. The acid taste of blame.Theo stood beside me, his shoulder close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him without actually touching. His presence was both comfort and anchor, keeping me from drifting into the darker currents of my thoughts. The hallway buzzed with activity—security personnel speaking in hushed tones, hotel staff trying to maintain normalcy, the occasional flash of a camera documenting the scene. I
I stared into my coffee, watching the steam curl upward in the still morning air of the hotel dining room. The diplomatic smile I'd worn through breakfast with Christian had begun to ache at the corners, like a mask worn too long. Beyond the window, dawn painted the sky in royal purples—my colours, the Kingdom's colours—but my thoughts were tangled in a web of politics and the lingering scent of my mate who had yet to join us."The younger generation is thrilled," Christian said. My brother's voice carried that official tone he adopted when delivering reports, though the casual setting of our breakfast table softened it somewhat. "They're calling it the beginning of a new era. Social media is awash with support—particularly from the progressive circles."I nodded, letting the rim of my coffee cup rest against my lower lip. "And the traditional
The weight of diplomatic smiles had left tiny fractures across my composure by the time Theo suggested we call it a night. Three hours of circulating through the ballroom—nodding at Lycan ministers whose eyes evaluated me like I was a curiosity, accepting cautious introductions to werewolf alphas who couldn't quite hide their surprise at seeing me on the king's arm—had hollowed out something in me. Not even the warm pressure of Theo's hand at the small of my back could entirely ease the tension coiled between my shoulder blades."You've made quite the impression," Theo murmured as we slipped away from a cluster of ancient Lycans whose silver-streaked hair seemed to match the antiquated opinions they'd been sharing moments before. "I believe Lord Cassius nearly swallowed his tongue when you corrected his assumption about werewolf territory management."
The crowd continued to shift around us, some drawing closer while others maintained distance. The night stretched ahead with uncertain terrain to navigate – judgments to face, alliances to build, threats to identify. But for this moment, with Theo's hand steady against my back and my brother and his mate flanking us protectively, I found I could breathe again.One step at a time, as Elena had said. The crown that awaited me – both literal and figurative – would take adjusting to. But as I stood beside Theo in the centre of that watchful ballroom, I realized that perhaps I was not so unprepared for this role as I had feared. I had survived Benjamin. I had served my pack faithfully despite hiding my true nature. I had found the courage to accept a second chance at a mate bond when every instinct screamed to protect myself.Queen Emeline Ma
I searched the crowd, unable to stop myself from seeking one face in particular. I found him against the far wall – Benjamin Thorne, his expression carved from ice, his gray eyes burning with such hatred that it should have scorched the air between us. As our gazes connected, his lips curled in a sneer of pure contempt, though he remained in the same bowed posture as everyone else in the room, compelled by the weight of our combined auras.The sight of him – my former abuser now forced to bow before me – should have brought satisfaction. Instead, it filled me with a strange mixture of pity and resolve. He seemed smaller somehow, his power over me dissolved not by my elevation but by my healing, by the choice I had made to trust again despite his best efforts to destroy that capacity within me.A voice rose above the others, sharp with outrage.