เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 5
Bryson’s POV
After the party and facing Elena, exhaustion got the best of me. That was partly due to the number of people I needed to entertain but primarily because of Elena's stubbornness.
I could understand where she was coming from, though. She was right. I indeed vowed to her that I wouldn’t marry and love another woman aside from her. But that was before I met my fated mate.
But what really took me by utter surprise was when she managed to block my hand. I could almost not move my hand when she grabbed it, but I think it was only because I was shocked by her action.
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” My wolf mocked me.
I tried not to mind him and just sighed. Soon enough, when Elena sees her fated mate, she’ll probably understand me.
“Really? Will you?” Drake, my wolf, suddenly asked me.
On cue, a sudden jolt of unknown pain cursed through my heart. Would I really be fine? But I mean, we were already married, she couldn’t go to him, right?
But that thought aside, being with Glenda was the most blissful moment of my life. Unlike Elena, she’s a warrior. She understands my pain and thoughts. We had fought alongside each other for a long time.
Slumped on my office chair, I browse a series of documents regarding the post-report we must send to the kingdom. I was in the middle of it when a knock echoed.
“Come in,” I nonchalantly said, continuing what I was doing.
“Alpha, a messenger sent this to us just a few seconds ago,” Collin Henry, my Beta, told me as he placed something on my desk.
“Okay, just leave it there.”
I didn’t pay much attention to it because we usually get letters after a battle, which were mostly just congratulatory messages.
But when I saw Collin’s shadows still looming in front of me, I looked up. “Anything else?”
He pushed the letter forward. “I think you should read this.”
Following his hand, my eyes widened in surprise to see a letter with the King’s stamp on it.
“I’ll leave you to it.”
After Collins closed the door after him, I slowly opened the letter, anticipating it to be another congratulatory letter for my upcoming mating ceremony with Glenda.
However, when I read the first line of it after unfolding, my hands immediately halted.
“It is with great pleasure to know that you have returned to the kingdom with glorious victory, but I advise you not to use this achievement as a ticket to being arrogant. Above and foremost, it is your utmost duty as a man, a husband, and an Alpha to mind your family business before anything else.”
One… Two… Three… I stared at the letter for a couple of seconds before my hands subconsciously fisted, causing the paper to get crumpled.
Elena! She talked with the King! What a scheming bi–
Then suddenly, Glenda’s words to me last night echoed in my mind. “I’m scared, Babe. I don’t think Luna Elena will let us go so quickly. She looks kind and all that, but I feel like, in reality, she’s just hiding her true self and scheming behind us.”
When Glenda said that, I even told her that she might just be overthinking it, but now… I was proven wrong. With her doing this, she’s only proving to me more and more how right I was to choose Glenda over her.
I couldn’t believe that I was being sympathetic to her a couple of minutes ago when she obviously didn’t have any brains and already caused trouble!
Slamming my hands on the desk, I stood up in irritation and took long strides outside of my office before coming straight to our bedroom.
When I came inside, I realized that she wasn’t there.
Wasn’t she home yet? Wasn’t she too old to throw tantrums like this? Unbelievable!
When she didn’t come back to our room last night, I thought it was just a phase and she’d get over it sooner. I didn’t realize, though, that she could be this ridiculous.
“Hey! Where’s your Luna?” I asked frustratedly at one of the Omegas who happened to be walking past.
Trembling, she kept her head bowed down. “S-she’s in her office, Alpha.”
My brows furrowed. What is she on about now?
“What time did she come back?”
She fidgeted her fingers for a while, thinking. “At around seven in the morning…”
“Move along!” I shouted, and she went on.
Seven o’clock? I looked at my wristwatch. It’s nine now. Where did she sleep last night, then?
Without knocking, I barged into her room and found Elena reading a couple of documents.
“What do you want, Alpha Bryson?” she snarled.
“What’s your problem? I can’t believe you’ll do this! Didn’t I tell you not to cause any trouble?” I growled back at her instead as I threw the King’s letter at her face.
Her face scrunched up in confusion.
Huh! As if she didn’t know what she had done.
“Trouble? Is it my problem that the King is trying to lecture you?” she asked, crossing her arms over her shoulder.
“He wouldn’t have sent me this letter if you hadn’t talked to him!”
“Alright, I did talk to him, but—”
“So you admitted it! You talked to him!” I cut her off, fuming with anger. “What did you tell him, huh? Did you ask him to revoke his verdict to marry me and Glenda? Is that what you did?”
Every second I was talking to her just ignited the fire burning in my veins even more. I couldn’t believe she could be this inconsiderate and insensitive.
For a year, she had done great as a Luna. I thought by now she would know how to act and that she must not bring shame to our pack. But what did I get? Disappointment!
“I didn’t admit anything! As I was saying, I talked to the king, but I didn’t ask him to separate you and your lovely fated mate, nor did I ask him to stop the marriage,” she said straight to my face.
I looked at her, stunned. Bitterly, I let out a smile and shook my head. “How can you lie so upright?”
Her jaw drops. Great! More acts!
I couldn’t believe she could be this pretentious, very different from Glenda, who always says what she actually means. Now I knew why Glenda was my fated mate; it was because she was a whole lot better than Elena.
It turned out that Elena was just wearing a mask for the time I thought I knew her.
Now, I’m more confident that I’d never regret my choice of loving Glenda as she’s the one who was really meant for me.
“Lie?” She sneered. “I wasn’t lying about anything.”
“Listen here,” I pointed at her, completely fed up now. “Don’t cause any trouble again, or I swear to the Moon Goddess that I’ll never give you a child! Do you understand me?”
She stared at me dumbfounded. She must have thought I would go soft on her, but she’s wrong. What she did was a huge mess. How could she talk to the Lycan King?
She didn’t only ruin her reputation, but mine and the entire pack as well.
Suddenly, she walked past me and opened the door wide. She pointed outside and pursed her lips, firmly demanding, “Get out! I’ve got enough of your nonsense; get the hell out of my room!”
Fury built up on my chest. Insolent people should be taught a lesson!
With that, I moved with agility and pushed her to the wall with force, but that caused her to almost break…
Elena’s POVThe passage of time was marked not by political events, but by milestones. The first Royal Orphanage had been completed, and it was successful. The integration of the first wave of registered rogues was also a success, and, most importantly, the expanding circumference of my waist.Eight months after the wedding that became a battle, the Kingdom was transformed. People started to feel hopeful instead of scared. New laws promised that every kid would have a stable home, and there was a chance for those who messed up to turn things around. Fewer mercenaries were needed, and the outlaws preferred a calm life to a chaotic one.My journey culminated nine months after the wedding, in the same private infirmary wing where Deacon and I had received our wounds and checked on Rafael.I didn't give birth to a Crown Prince. I gave birth to a daughter.Her name was Eliana, a blend of my name, Elena, and a quiet nod to the lunar cycle that governed our world.The final scene of my story
Elena’s POVThe announcement of my pregnancy sparked a celebration, and the news spread throughout the kingdom like wildfire, bringing joy to every nook and giving hope to those still traumatised by the last event.The focus shifted entirely from warrior defence to social stability. We were determined to seal the societal cracks that Glenda, a woman motivated by desperation and ego, had slipped through.I stood in the newly renovated Council Chamber, where the walls were painted a calming cream and gold, eradicating the starkness of the recent decree and presenting my core initiative."The attack showed us a harsh truth," I addressed the assembled Alphas and Elders. "The threat doesn't only come from external armies; it comes from internal despair. The mercenaries Glenda hired were poor, desperate, and disenfranchised. They were wolves who felt they had nothing left to lose. We cannot rule with integrity if parts of our society are forced into the shadows."Deacon stood beside me, his
Elena’s POVThe news about my pregnancy was the biggest and brightest secret we had ever kept for a while. For two weeks, we kept it to ourselves, just enjoying the moment by ourselves first.What’s funny is that after learning about my pregnancy, it looked like Deacon had become a new person. He was always happy and excited, almost like there was a light around him, and well… he became more protective. He insisted on escorting me everywhere and drove the Royal Guard commanders mad by constantly questioning the safety protocols of every single room I entered.By now, I think everyone was already confused by his action.But now we were ready to tell the world, and our first task was to tell Rafael.We sat him down one evening in the library, the setting of so many of his moments. Deacon knelt before him, taking both of the boy's hands."Rafael," Deacon said, his voice soft but serious. "You know you are my son, in every way that matters, correct?"Rafael nodded solemnly. "Yes. I’m the
Elena’s POVThe peace had been completely restored throughout the kingdom, and cheerfulness had begun to spread again as the people felt more at ease.Six weeks had passed since that day, and life had become steadier. Deacon began implementing reforms to further improve the kingdom’s state, while I indulged myself in the new orphanage project I was working on.By this time, it’s not just about moving forward, but about making our future.Everything seemed to be doing fine, but me. I didn’t know why, but since this morning, I have noticed some changes in me. I felt so irritable, so much so that even the perfume I usually smell from Deacon started to annoy me.Then, right now, while I was busy, though only on the chair, I started to feel more exhausted than ever, which led me to rest all afternoon without doing anything, which made me feel like I’m being useless for hours.I’d catch myself nodding off over Council reports, a lapse that hadn't happened even during the immediate healing p
Elena’s POVThree months…Three months had passed since the night of the wedding, since the blood on the ballroom floor and the fire in the gardens. It had taken time, effort, and an army of dedicated staff, but the physical scars of the attack had been erased. The windows were replaced, the furniture restored, and the entire reception hall, where the ballroom had been, had been meticulously polished, ready to host celebrations once more.The emotional healing, however, was a slower process.I stood on the balcony of our room that’s now fully restored and repaired, watching the sunrise. The air was fresh and cool, carrying the scent of newly bloomed lavender and the distant aroma of breakfast cooking downstairs.The kingdom was now at peace. Glenda was a forgotten nightmare in the desolate Southern Wastelands. Bryson was gone, a silent, humble exile. The political fallout had stabilised, cementing Deacon’s position as a King who was fair but absolute in judgment.But the most critical
Elena’s POVThe trial was not prolonged. If anything, it was probably one of the fastest trails I had been on. After all, all the evidence was already at the table, and even the King and Queen were there at the scene to witness all of it. Glenda's crimes were finalised as treasonous, violent, and occurred in full view of the Royal Court and dozens of witnesses. Within forty-eight hours, it was concluded.I sat beside Deacon in the Council Chamber. We were dressed in formal black, a deliberate choice reflecting the sombre weight of the proceedings. Below us, the judges, elders, and select Council members formed a silent circle.When the guards dragged Glenda into the Chamber, her defiance was gone. The wolfsbane and the realisation of her fate had broken her spirit. She was pale, chained, and wept silently, occasionally whispering furious denials, but her voice held no power.The prosecutor, Alpha Valerius, who’s also Lady Elara’s father, volunteered after his daughter's disastrous we







