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.Alejandro didn't wait for the guard to finish speaking.Yolanda kept pace beside him, her face set in hard lines. Neither of them spoke as they went down the narrow staircase.Leon crept forward. His parents were acting strange, too quick, too tense. Something was wrong.The air grew colder as they went deeper underground. The smell of damp stone and old iron filled Alejandro's nose. Then they heard it, the sound that made even the veteran guards shift nervously on their feet."ALEJANDRO!" The voice wasn't human. It scraped against the ears like nails on stone.The king didn't slow down. He reached the heavy iron door at the end of the corridor and shoved it open without hesitation.Inside the cell, the Bone Lord waited. After years of being locked, the creature was awake and moving, his bony fingers wrapped around the rusted bars. His hollow eyes locked onto Alejandro the moment he entered."You came," the Bone Lord rasped. His voice sounded like dry leaves crunching underfoot. "I wa
“You're going to lose again, old man!" Leon's laughter rang across the courtyard as he danced just out of reach, practice sword flashing in the sunlight. Marcus wiped sweat from his brow, grinning as he adjusted his grip on his own weapon. "Keep talking, pup. I'll have you flat on your back before—" "Before what? Before your knees give out? Leon darted forward, blade striking hard enough to make Marcus stagger back a step. The gathered soldiers and servants burst into cheers. “I trained your mother you know? and she's the queen, you're simply no match for me.” Leon glanced at his mother.From the balcony above, Yolanda leaned against the railing, shaking her head. "He gets that mouth from you, you know."Alejandro, standing beside her, snorted. "Lies. That’s all you." But there was no bite in his words just warmth, the kind that had settled between them over 16 years of healing. Below, Leon feinted left, then swept Marcus’s legs out from under him. The big man hit the dirt with a dr
The castle corridors felt too wide, too empty as Alejandro walked alone. Somewhere behind him, Marcus still stood in the courtyard, his broad shoulders slumped but Alejandro could not bear to look back as he walked to the room.He stood motionless in the center, his claws still caked with dried black blood from the interrogation. The fire had burned down, casting long shadows across the walls. Slowly, his knees gave way. Alejandro sank to the floor, his back against the wall. His breath came in ragged gasps as he stared at his bloodied hands. The Bone Lord's words echoed in his skull, “She had your eyes” each repetition another dagger twisting in his chest. His chest ached, a deep, hollow pain that spread through his ribs. His vision blurred, but he did not wipe the tears away. They fell freely, hot against his cheeks.He had failed. "She's gone," he whispered to the empty room. The words tasted like ash. "My little girl...my sweet..." And he had not been able to save her. A sof
The journey back to the capital took three days. Marcus and his hunters dragged the Bone Lord through frozen grounds and rocky valleys, his chains were clinking with every step. The creature did not speak. Not when the mountain winds cut through his flesh. Not when his wrists started suffering from frost bite. His black eyes remained fixed ahead, his ruined jaw set in silence.Marcus preferred it this way. Each night, they bound the creature to a tree while the hunters took turns standing watch. The Bone Lord never slept. He simply stared into the darkness, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. Sometimes his lips would twitch, not in pain, but as if remembering some private amusement. Marcus would kick him then, not hard enough to kill, but enough to wipe that smile away. When they got to the castle, Marcus pulled the Bone Lord through the crowd as they cleared a path for him. The creature's chains scraped on the stone path. Its gray skin looked like old leather in
Marcus and his hunters had ridden for days, their horses struggling against the rocky paths. The wind howled through the passes, carrying the scent of snow and something rotten. They found nothing at first. No tracks. No campfires. Just endless stone and biting cold. Then, on the fifth morning, one of the scouts raised a hand. His nostrils flared. "Blood," he growled. "Fresh, do you smell it?”Marcus did. The stench hit him like a fist, rotting meat and wet fur and something far worse. Death. Recent death. They moved like shadows between the rocks. Claws slid out. Weapons were drawn. And there, curled in a shallow cave barely big enough to hide in, was a Bone Eater. The creature was alone. It looked up as they approached, black eyes widening in shock. No one ever came this deep into the peaks. No one sane. Marcus took in every horrible detail.The creature's gray skin stretched tight over it's bones. Its long fingers ended in cracked yellow claws. When it breathed, its ribs pok
A month had passed since the throne was reclaimed. The castle walls, once shattered, now stood repaired stronger, fiercer, like the powerful Alejandro that ruled within them. The streets of the capital, once choked with the stench of betrayal, now bustled with life again. Markets reopened. Homes were rebuilt. The scars of war were healing. But the kingdom’s heart remained fractured. Alejandro stood at his war table, maps sprawled before him, marked with red ink where scouts had searched and found nothing. No trail. No whispers. No sign of the Bone Eaters. His claws dug into the wood. They couldn’t have vanished.Yolanda entered, their son cradled against her shoulder. The baby now named Leon, for the lion-hearted, had grown stronger, his tiny fingers curling around his mother’s braid. But his sister’s absence was a shadow over them all. "Still nothing?" she asked softly. Alejandro didn’t answer. His silence was answer enough. She exhaled, stepping closer. "The council is waiti