เข้าสู่ระบบAria’s POV
Even though I left proudly, I was fuming with anger inside.
Those stubborn, old-fashioned, narrow-minded idiots! They laughed at me, laughed like I was some kind of joke.
I’m still muttering insults under my breath when I hear soft footsteps behind me.
It was my Mother.
She falls into step beside me, walking at a much calmer pace, completely unfazed by my dramatic exit.
Her expression is unreadable, but the moment we turn a corner and step into an empty hallway, she grabs my wrist and yanks me to a stop.
“What the hell was that?” she hisses.
I blink at her. “What?”
She glares. “You just challenged the entire Council to their faces.”
I cross my arms. “Yeah, and? You saw how they reacted. If I don’t make them take me seriously, they never will.”
She sighs heavily, rubbing her temples like she’s suddenly developed the world’s worst migraine. “Aria, listen to me carefully. There are rules…”
“Screw the rules,” I snapped. “They’re outdated, sexist, and complete bullshit.”
She eyes me carefully. Then, instead of scolding me, she does something I don’t expect.
She smiles.
It’s small, fleeting, and slightly exasperated, but it’s there.
“You remind me of myself when I was your age,” she murmurs.
I blink. “Wait. You wanted to be Alpha?”
She shakes her head. “No. But I fought for something that was never meant to be mine, and I won.”
I perk up. “So you’re saying I have a chance?”
She sighs again. “Aria…”
I narrow my eyes. “Why do I feel like you’re about to ruin my day?”
She hesitates, then finally says it.
“If an Alpha does not have a male heir,” she begins slowly, “then the Council chooses a leader from the Lycan Academy.”
My stomach drops.
“Wait. What?” She nods. “It’s been the law for centuries.”
I stare at her. “So you’re telling me that if Dad doesn’t choose me, the Council is just going to hand my pack over to some random, power-hungry lycan from a school full of wannabe Alphas?”
She nods again. I open my mouth, then close it.
What the actual hell.
I start pacing. “This is insane. This is beyond insane. This is, what’s a word stronger than insane?”
“Aria.”
“This is bullshit!” I whirl around to face her. “You can’t seriously be okay with this! Dad’s just going to sit back and let some outsider rule our pack? Do you know what that means? We’ll be stuck with some entitled lycan prick who doesn’t even understand how we operate! And what if he’s cruel? Or weak? Or worse.. what if he’s just stupid?”
Mother doesn’t answer.
She doesn’t need to. The tightness in her expression says it all. She doesn’t like it either.
I grab her hands. “You have to help me.”
She meets my gaze, her eyes filled with sorrow.
“Aria… I can’t change the laws.”
I shake my head. “No. But you can help me find a way around them.” She studies me for a long moment, then exhales.
“There is… one way.” I perk up. “I’m listening.”
She steps closer, lowering her voice like she’s about to reveal some forbidden secret.
“If you want to be the first female Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack,” she says, “then you need to go to the Lycan Academy.”
I freeze. Wait. What?
I blink. “Mother, I just spent the last sixty seconds talking about how much I hate the Lycan Academy.”
She nods. “Yes. But if you truly want to rule this pack, you need to prove that you’re better than any Alpha they could ever send.”
You’re kidding, right?” I shake my head. “In case you forgot, they don’t allow females. Like, ever.”
She smirks. “Which is why you’re going to go… in disguise.”
I stare at her. “You’re serious?”
She nods. I laugh.
Not because it’s funny, but because it’s insane.
“You want me to go to the Lycan Academy,” I repeat. “The same Academy that only accepts the strongest, most ruthless future Alphas, which are male?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to train, fight, and compete against the deadliest lycans in existence?”
“Mother smirks. “Well, you did say you wanted to be Alpha.”
I groan loudly. “You are evil.” She shrugs. “No, I’m just realistic.”
I let out a dramatic sigh and leaned against the wall.
The idea of going to the Lycan Academy is… terrifying.
I’ve spent my entire life training under my father’s rules, but nothing.. nothing could compare to what happens in that place.
They don’t just teach you how to fight. They teach you how to kill.
And if you’re weak? You don’t survive.
I exhale slowly.
“So let me get this straight,” I mutter. “If I want a real shot at becoming Alpha, I have to go to the Lycan Academy…”
Mother nods.
“…And I have to do it in disguise?”
Another nod.
I stare at her. Then I sigh again. Louder.
“You are actually insane.” She smirks. “Well, you are my daughter.”
She lifts her chin. “You want to be Alpha? Then you need to prove that you’re stronger, faster, and smarter than any male they could ever train.”
I blink. “You.. you actually want me to disguise myself as a guy?”
“Yes.” “You want me to live in a school full of murderous, bloodthirsty future Alphas, all while pretending to have a..” I wave a hand vaguely in the air, “... you know?”
She arches her brow. “A dick?”
I choke. “Mother!” She shrugs. “You’re the one being weird about it.”
I groan loudly. “This is insane.”
She tilts her head. “Is it? Because to me, it sounds like the perfect solution.”
I narrow my eyes. “There is nothing perfect about this plan. What if someone finds out? What if I get caught? What if…”
“Then don’t get caught.”
I glare. “Oh wow, brilliant advice. Why didn’t I think of that?”
She chuckles. “Aria, listen to me.” Her expression turns serious. “This is your only shot. If you want to be Alpha, you have to earn it. And that means going to the Academy, competing against the strongest, deadliest wolves, and winning.”
I exhale sharply. She’s right. I hate that she’s right, but she is.
“Fine,” I grumble. “But if I get caught and executed for fraud, I’m haunting you.”
She grins. “Deal.”
ONE WEEK LATER
I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
I barely recognize myself.
My long, wavy hair is gone. Chopped into an average cut, just long enough to still look natural but short enough to pass as male.
My Mom gave me a standard Lycan Academy uniform.. a black, military-style training suit.
My figure is still too feminine, but my Mom have wrapped my chest tightly, flattening any curves that might give me away.
I look like…
A boy.
I turn to Mother, who’s watching me with thinly veiled amusement.
I roll my eyes. “Remind me why I have to disguise myself?”
She raises an eyebrow. “Because if they find out that you’re a girl , they’ll make sure you never survive long enough to tell the story.”
Ah. Right.
I turn back to the mirror and let out one final, deep breath.
“Well?” I scowl. “Do I look like an Alpha-in-training?”
She tilts her head. “You look like an underfed, angry teenage boy who just got his first sword.”
I glare. “Thanks for the support.”
She chuckles. “You’ll do fine. Just remember, act confident, walk like you own the room, and for the love of the Moon Goddess, lower your voice.”
I clear my throat and attempt to speak in a deeper tone. “Like this?”
She snorts. “Try again, before you sound like a dying cat.”
I roll my eyes. This is going to be a disaster.
**Aria's POV**I was seventy-three years old when I finally felt ready to write the ending to my story—not because life was ending, but because the arc felt complete enough to reflect on meaningfully.Caspian and I sat on the porch of our home, the same one we'd built decades ago, watching another sunset paint the valley in colors that never grew old. Luna was visiting with her mate and their two children—my grandchildren, who'd grown up in world so different from the one I'd fought to change that they could barely comprehend the struggles I'd faced."Tell us about when you were young, Grandmother," my youngest grandchild asked, settling beside me with the trust children had when they believed their elders held all answers."When I was young," I began, "the world was very different. Female wolves couldn't be Alphas. We couldn't attend leadership academies openly. We couldn't pursue succession based on capability. The rules said that being female meant accepting limitations, regardles
Aria's POVThe transition ceremony was smaller than I'd expected—just Silver Moon Pack, close allies, and the wolves who'd been part of this journey from the beginning. Keira and Marcus stood before the assembled pack, ready to formally accept co-leadership while I stepped into emeritus status."This feels both momentous and ordinary," I whispered to Caspian as we waited for the ceremony to begin."That's exactly right," he replied. "Momentous because it's first co-Alpha transition in modern history. Ordinary because you've been preparing for this so thoroughly that it's natural evolution rather than dramatic shift."Maya called the ceremony to order. "We gather today to formalize what's been reality for months—the transition of Silver Moon Pack leadership from Alpha Aria Nightborne to Co-Alphas Keira Ashwood and Marcus Thornfield, with Aria assuming emeritus advisory position."I stepped forward, feeling strange mix of relief and melancholy. "Five years ago, I became Alpha of Silver
Aria's POVTen years. A full decade since I'd revealed myself at Lycan Academy, transforming from Ari to Aria in moment that had felt like ending everything. Instead, it had been beginning of journey I couldn't have imagined.I stood before a gathering celebrating the anniversary—not just of my revelation, but of everything that had followed. Female Alphas from across the region, younger generations of leaders, allies who'd supported the movement, even some former opponents who'd eventually accepted inevitable change."Ten years ago," I began, "I was terrified student convinced that exposing my identity meant ending my dreams of leadership. I was wrong. Exposure wasn't ending—it was liberation. It freed me from constant performance of being someone I wasn't and allowed me to build leadership based on actual self rather than constructed persona."I looked around at the assembled wolves—so many more than had existed when I'd started. "What we've built in this decade is remarkable. Femal
Caspian's POVI found Aria on Silver Moon's highest ridge again, five years after she'd first become Alpha. She looked different than she had during those desperate early days—less rigid, more grounded, carrying authority that came from proven capability rather than constant defense."Reflecting again?" I asked, settling beside her."Processing," she corrected. "Tomorrow marks five years since I formally became Alpha. I've been thinking about what's changed, what hasn't, where we go from here.""And what have you concluded?"She was quiet for a moment, gathering thoughts. "That we've accomplished more than I imagined possible and less than what's actually necessary. Female Alphas exist and are increasingly accepted. Merit-based succession is gaining ground. The Initiative provides real support for wolves challenging discrimination. Those are genuine victories.""But?" I prompted, hearing the unspoken caveat."But discrimination hasn't disappeared. Traditional forces continue resisting
Aria's POThe publishing house wanted to call my book "Breaking Barriers: The First Female Alpha's Journey." I vetoed that immediately."This isn't autobiography about overcoming obstacles," I told the editor during our final review. "This is manual about navigating discrimination, building movements, and sustaining yourself while doing both. The title should reflect that practicality, not create heroic narrative that makes fighting seem more romantic than it actually was."We settled on "Leading Through Change: A Female Alpha's Lessons on Merit, Movement, and Sustainable Resistance." It was accurate, comprehensive, and appropriately unglamorous for the hard truths the book contained.Maya reviewed the final manuscript, making notes in margins. "You're remarkably honest about costs and failures. Most wolves writing their experiences would focus exclusively on victories and strategic successes.""Most wolves aren't trying to prepare future generations for reality," I said. "The victori
Aria's POVThe message from Alpha Brennan arrived without warning, formal and coldly polite. He was requesting a private meeting—just the two of us, neutral territory, no advisors or witnesses. The request itself was so unusual that I immediately suspected trap."This is obvious setup," Maya said when I showed her the message. "Brennan has spent years opposing everything you represent. He doesn't suddenly want private conversation for benign reasons.""Agreed," I said. "But I'm also curious what he thinks he'll accomplish. We've defeated his coalition's major challenges, built infrastructure he can't dismantle, created momentum he can't reverse. What's left for him to try?""Personal intimidation?" Caspian suggested. "Direct threat outside official channels? Attempting to compromise you in some way that he can exploit politically?""All possible," I acknowledged. "But also—what if he genuinely wants dialogue? What if he's accepted that he can't stop the changes and wants to negotiate







