The grand hall of the palace was breathtaking, its high ceilings adorned with floral arrangements and shimmering chandeliers. The air was thick with the scent of roses and the low hum of murmured conversations. Every Lycan of importance was in attendance, their elegant attire and sharp eyes a testament to their power and status. But beneath the surface of this lavish celebration, tension simmered like a storm waiting to break.
I stood at the center of the room, my gown a masterpiece of silver and white, its intricate designs catching the light with every movement. The tiara on my head felt heavier than it should, it was a constant reminder of the weight of the crown I was about to wear. Alejandro stood beside me, his presence commanding and his gaze sharp as it swept across the room. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, the fabric hugging his broad shoulders and stature. His red eyes glowed with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. The ceremony was beautiful, filled with ancient Lycan traditions and vows that bound us together not just as mates, but as equals. But as the officiant declared us bonded, I could feel the eyes of the court on me, their gazes filled with envy and disdain. The whispers began almost immediately, their words sharp and cutting. “An omega as queen? What is the king thinking?” “She’s weak. She’ll never survive in this world.” “This is a mistake. She’ll bring ruin to the kingdom.” I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to keep my composure. Alejandro’s hand tightened around mine, his touch grounding me. But I knew this was my moment to prove myself, not just to them, but to myself. As the officiant stepped back, signaling the end of the ceremony, I turned to face the crowd. My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to stand tall, my chin lifted and my gaze steady. “Thank you all for being here today,” I said, my voice clear and strong. “I know there are many who doubt me, who question my place here. But let me make one thing clear: I am not just an omega. I am Yolanda Edwards, mate of your king, and I will not be underestimated.” The room immediately fell silent, the weight of my words hanging in the air. I could see the surprise in their eyes, the flicker of respect from some, and the anger from others. Clarice stood at the front of the crowd, her crimson glistening all over the place for attention. Her lips curled into a sneer, and she stepped forward, her voice dripping with mockery. “A pretty speech,” she said, her tone sharp. “But words are easy. Actions are what matter.” Before I could respond, Alejandro stepped forward, his presence commanding and his voice cold. “Careful, Clarice,” he said, his tone a warning. “You’re speaking to your queen.” Clarice’s smile faltered, but she quickly recovered, her eyes narrowing. “Of course, my king,” she said, her voice sweet but laced with venom. “I meant no disrespect.” Alejandro’s gaze swept across the room, his red eyes glowing with an intensity that made the air feel heavier. “Let me make one thing clear,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Yolanda is my mate, my queen, and my equal. Anyone who disrespects her disrespects me. And I do not tolerate disrespect.” The room was silent, the tension became palpable. But then, from the back of the crowd, a low chuckle broke the silence. A Lycan man, tall and broad-shouldered, stepped forward, his expression mocking. “An omega as queen?” he said, his voice loud and filled with disdain. “This is a joke. She’s weak, unworthy of the crown.” Alejandro’s eyes narrowed, and in an instant, he was across the room, his hand gripping the man’s throat. The crowd gasped, but no one dared to intervene. The man’s eyes widened in shock, his hands clawing at Alejandro’s grip, but it was useless. Alejandro’s strength was unmatched, his power radiating through the room like a storm. “You dare insult my mate?” Alejandro growled, his voice low and filled with rage. “You dare question my judgment?” The man struggled to speak, his face turning red as Alejandro’s grip tightened. “I—I meant no offense,” he choked out, his voice barely audible. Alejandro’s lips turned into a cold smile. “Too late,” he said, his voice icy. “You’ve made your opinion clear. And now, you’ll face the consequences.” With a swift, brutal motion, Alejandro dipped his hands into the the lycan’s throat and ripped out his insides and blood spilled all over the place, the sound of his screams echoing through the silent room. The man’s body crumpled to the floor, lifeless, and the crowd stared in stunned silence. Alejandro turned to face them, his eyes glowing with a fierce light. “Let this be a lesson to all of you,” he said, his voice carrying through the room. “Yolanda is your queen. She is my mate, and she is to be respected. Anyone who dares to question her worth will answer to me.” The room was deathly silent, the weight of Alejandro’s words and actions sinking in. I could see the fear in their eyes, the respect that had been absent before. Even Clarice looked shaken, her usual confidence replaced by fear and made her uneasy. Alejandro returned to my side, his hand resting possessively on the small part of my back. “You are my queen,” he said, his voice low and filled with pride. “And no one will ever doubt that again.” I felt a surge of confidence, my heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and determination. This was my moment, my chance to prove myself not just to them, but to myself. I stepped forward, my gaze sweeping across the room. “I am Yolanda Edwards,” I said, my voice steady and strong. “And I will not be underestimated.” The room erupted into applause, the sound filling the grand hall. But beneath the surface, I knew the battle was far from over. The threats were real, and the road ahead would be difficult. But with Alejandro by my side, I knew I could face anything as the celebration continued, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t known before. The whispers had stopped, the judgment replaced by respect and fear. But I knew this was just the beginning. The threats from Lucian and his allies were still out there, and I would need to be stronger than ever to protect the kingdom and my mate.Before they could leave, several of Lira's warriors stepped forward, blocking the exit. "Wait," growled a scarred male. "Lira's dead. Who do we answer to now?"The other wolves murmured in agreement, shifting uneasily. Yolanda stepped forward before Alejandro could react. "You'll answer to me," she said simply. The man snorted. "And why would we—"Yolanda's eyes flashed. The air around them grew heavy as her power started to become glaring. The wolves instantly dropped their gazes, shoulders hunching under the pressure. "You're strong," the man admitted grudgingly. "But we're not part of your pack.""You don't have to be," Yolanda said, easing the pressure just enough. "Form your own. But you'll have our protection and our alliance. That's more than Lira ever offered you."The wolves exchanged glances. The man nodded after a moment. "We accept. For now."Yolanda smiled. "Good. Come to the castle with us.”As they walked away, Leon nudged Luciana. "Your mom's scary when she wants t
Damien crouched low, his muscles coiling like a spring. Then he snarled. "If you want war, I'll take your heir first." His red eyes locked onto Leon.Luciana suddenly turned to Lira, her voice shaking. "You told me they were monsters. That they'd kill us on sight." She gestured to Yolanda, still bleeding on the ground. "She didn't even fight back. Alejandro could have torn my throat out, he didn't." Her claws retracted fully. "Something's not right." Lira's face twisted. "Don't be stupid! They're manipulating you!" Damien whirled on Luciana, his fangs bared. "How dare you question our mother!" He took a threatening step toward her. Luciana didn't back down. "Then explain why they're not attacking to kill! Why did Yolanda just let me hurt her!" Her voice cracked. "Why does this feel wrong?" Yolanda pushed herself up on trembling arms. "Because it is wrong," she said. "You were stolen the night you were born. Lucian took you before I even got to hold you properly." A tear rolled dow
The warehouse was thick with tension as the two groups faced each other. Alejandro kept his eyes locked on the massive lycan, Lucian's son, while Yolanda stepped forward. "Where is our daughter?" Yolanda demanded, her voice sharp. The lycan's lips curled into a sneer. "Shut your mouth." His voice rumbled. "She's not yours.”Leon tensed beside his father. "What the hell does that mean?" The lycan, Damien, turned his glowing red eyes on Leon. "It means she's mine now. MY MATE!." He bared his fangs. "Not yours." Lira stood slightly behind Damien, her arms crossed, a satisfied smirk on her face. Alejandro's claws slid out. "You don't get to decide that." Damien laughed, a harsh sound. "I don't? Then where has she been for the last sixteen years, Uncle? While you played king, who raised her? Who trained her?" His voice dropped to a growl. "Who taught her what you really are?" Leon couldn't take it anymore. "You're lying!" He lunged forward, fists clenched. Damien moved faster than
The werewolf guard raced back toward the castle, his horse kicking up mud as the rain continued to fall. Inside the castle, Alejandro was already preparing, his instincts sharpened by unease. When the guard burst into the throne room, panting, Alejandro was on his feet before the man could speak. "What happened?" The guard wiped rain from his face. "The Bone Lord lied. Lira controls all of Blackwater, her people are everywhere. The queen says we need reinforcements. Now." Alejandro's claws shot out "Marcus!" Marcus appeared instantly, sword already in hand. "We ride?" "Gather most of our best fighters," Alejandro ordered. "We leave within the hour." Leon stepped forward from where he'd been listening. "I'm coming too." Alejandro turned, ready to refuse, but the look in his son's eyes stopped him. Leon wasn't asking. "Fine," Alejandro growled. "But you stay behind me at all times." Within minutes, the castle courtyard was alive with movement. Horses were saddled, weapons shar
Marcus returned to the royal chambers, his face grim. The rain still lashed against the windows as he entered, water dripping from his cloak onto the stone floor. Alejandro stood immediately. "Well?" Marcus hesitated, then delivered the news bluntly. "The maid goes by 'Lira' now. She leads a pack in Blackwater, the Rusty Anchor Pack. She’s the key to finding your daughter."Yolanda’s breath caught. "Blackwater? That’s three days’ ride from here." Marcus held up a hand. "There’s more." His jaw tightened. “The Bone Lord wants his freedom in exchange for the information."Silence. Alejandro’s expression darkened. "No.""I told him that," Marcus said. “But I have a feeling we won't be able to find her without his help.”Alejandro turned, “Marcus, don't you get it? he's been in there for sixteen years! how could he possibly have that kind of information to that extent?” Yolanda immediately walked to the window, staring at the rain. "I'll go." Both men turned to look at her. "Just me
Alejandro's hands shooked as he closed the chamber door behind them. The weight of the Bone Lord's words pressed down on him like stone. Leon stood frozen near the fireplace, his face pale. "Father... Mother... what was that?" His voice wavered. "Do I... have a sister?" Yolanda sank into a chair, her shoulders slumped. She looked exhausted and disappointed.Alejandro took a deep breath. "Yes." Leon's knees buckled. He caught himself on the armrest of a chair. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Because it hurt too much," Yolanda whispered. Alejandro moved to the window, staring outside. "Sixteen years ago, my brother Lucian stole our kingdom and your sister." His claws dug into the windowsill. "He was cruel. A monster. He ruled through fear until we fought back and took the throne from him." Leon swallowed hard. "And my sister?" "Taken the night you were born," Alejandro said, his voice rough. "We searched for years. Found nothing. Eventually... we had to stop, we were devastated becaus