Mated to Rival Kings

Raven's POVWTF?That was the only thought running through my head. Mate? I stood there, frozen, as the world seemed to slow down around me. I reached inward, my mind racing. Eva, are you sure? I asked, my voice trembling.I could practically feel Eva rolling her eyes at me. She gave a huff of annoyance, as if to say, Really, Raven? After all this time, you’re going to doubt your own nose? I knew she was right. I could feel the pull in my chest tightening with every step he took toward the pack house. But I didn't know how to take it. I felt a rush of heat in my cheeks, a mix of terror and a tiny, sheepish spark of hope. Why would the Moon Goddess do this to me? Gary was the Alpha’s son. He was destined to lead this pack before the end of the year. He was like royalty, and I was just one of the Omegas.Still, I couldn't help it. I stared at him, taking in his strong jaw and the way he carried himself. Suddenly, his eyes began to sweep over the yard. My heart nearly jumped out of my t

Raven's POV The next few weeks were filled with lessons and lectures. We were drilled on everything from Southern customs to Northern etiquette. Mr. Rake and Miss Freya made it very clear that we were to be invisible but perfect. We learned how to address Alphas from other packs, where we were allowed to walk, and most importantly, how to behave around the Northern staff.“No picking fights,” Miss Freya had barked at us daily. “No being rude. You are on neutral ground for three days. If you embarrass the Inker Pack, you won’t have a home to come back to.”The Peace Summit wasn't just a party. It was three days of intense pack discussions and treaties. But to keep everyone from snapping at each other’s throats, there were also feasts and games planned to help the leadership and staff from both sides actually get along.Finally, the day arrived. I was sitting on the edge of my small cot, staring at the medium-sized bag I had packed. I didn’t have much to bring, so it had been easy. Dia

Raven’s POVKing Darian’s hands were steady as he tried to keep me from falling for the third time. At this point, I wasn’t just shocked, I was beyond mortified. I had completely and utterly embarrassed myself in front of the most powerful man in the South. My mind was spinning. The son of my own Alpha had rejected me because I was a lowly Omega so there was no way the King of the South was going to want me. I felt like a disaster waiting to happen. My only instinct was to disappear, to run back to the kitchens and hide in a cupboard before I got hit with a second, even more public rejection.He was still holding the tray of drinks, his fingers long and strong against the silver edges. I reached out with trembling hands and managed to collect it.“Thank you, your majesty,” I squeaked. I turned on my heel, ready to bolt, but he was faster.His hand shot out and grabbed my sleeve, stopping me in my tracks. “Where are you going?” he asked.His voice was deep and smooth, like flowing wate

Raven's POVMy legs felt like they were made of jelly as I walked toward them. Every eye in the clearing was glued to me, but I kept my head down, focusing on the grass until I reached them."Look at me," the man said.I slowly lifted my chin. He had this aura around him that made it almost impossible to hold eye contact for long. It felt like he was looking through my skin and straight into my thoughts. I couldn't handle it, so I compromised and focused on his nose instead. It was slightly crooked, like it had been broken a long time ago and never set right."What is your name?" he asked. His voice was low, but it commanded attention."Raven," I whispered."Look into my eyes, Raven," he said. I forced myself to meet his gaze. He stared at me for a long time, his expression unreadable. "There is something about you..." He trailed off, looking thoughtful for a moment before shaking his head. "Who are your parents?""I don't know, sir," I said, my voice getting a bit stronger. "I was ab

Valen’s POVBlood.It was everywhere. It pooled in the grooves of the stone floor, dark and thick. My claws were stained a deep, messy crimson. Why was there so much? The screams... they were so loud, then suddenly, they just stopped. The silence was worse. The smell of copper and salt filled my nose until I couldn't breathe.I blinked, and the floor of the courtyard came back into focus.My head throbbed. These days, my thoughts felt like a cracked mirror. I could feel my humanity slipping through my fingers like sand. Most days, I didn't even know who "Valen" was anymore. There was only the rage, the darkness, and the constant, crushing weight of the Northern throne.People think I’m the crazy King. They aren't wrong. Even the Alphas who report to me, the ones who are supposed to be my inner circle, look at me with fear and disgust. They don't like me. They just submit because they know I can rip their hearts out before they even blink. I was a pathetic mess, a monster waiting to ha