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.The days that followed after Alejandro sent the message to Lucian were tense. The palace was on edge, the air thick with unease as everyone waited for the next move. I stood in the gardens, the golden glow of the sun casting over it. The beauty was lost on me, though. My mind was too busy replaying the events of the past few weeks, the attack on the servant, the brutal interrogation of Lucian’s assassin, and the constant tension with Clarice. It was all too much.“I can’t do this,” I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. “I’m not strong enough.”The thought of leaving had been creeping into my mind more and more lately. Alejandro deserved a queen who could stand by his side, someone who wasn’t constantly second-guessing herself. Someone who wasn’t an omega. Maybe if I left, he could find someone better, someone who could truly lead.But even as the thought crossed my mind, a part of me rebelled against it. I loved Alejandro, and the bond between us was something I couldn’t ignore.
We brought the assassin back to the palace, his hands bound and his face was pale with fear. Alejandro didn’t waste any time. He dragged the man into the dungeon, his presence commanding and his eyes were glowing with intensity as usual. The dungeon was dark and cold, and the air was thick with the scent of blood and fear. My wolf could smell it, even she shriveled in fear from Alejandro’s aura. The assassin was thrown into a cell, his body slamming against the stone wall as Alejandro stepped inside, his expression already dark and filled with rage.“Last chance,” Alejandro said with a low growl “Who sent you?” The man didn’t answer, his expression looked defiant despite the fear in his eyes. Alejandro’s jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming.“Fine,” he said, with a cold voice. “We’ll do this the hard way.”What followed was horrifying. Alejandro was relentless, his methods became brutal. He didn’t hold back, he threw a brutal punch to his nose, blood splat o
The morning came with a soft glow over the room. I tried to move, my body still humming with the activity of the night before. Alejandro’s arm was still around me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he slept. I laid there for a moment, savoring his scents and I loved it, it was a wonderful morning.But as the events of the previous day came rushing back, the peace of the moment was shattered. The wedding, the confrontation with Clarice, the way Alejandro had killed that Lycan without hesitation, it all felt like a dream, but the weight of it was very real. I was a queen now, and with that title came responsibilities and dangers I wasn’t sure I was ready for.Alejandro stirred beside me, his arm tightening around me as he woke. “Good morning,” his voice rough with sleep. “How did you sleep?” I turned to face him, his red eyes were soft in the morning light, “Better than I have in a long time,” I admitted, my voice quiet. “But… I can’t stop thinking about everything that
The wedding festivities had finally ended, the grand hall now quiet and empty, the music and laughter became faint. Alejandro and I walked hand in hand through the corridors of the palace, the weight of the day’s events still heavy on my mind. But as we approached the doors to our chambers, a different kind of tension began to build, one that had nothing to do with politics or power.Alejandro pushed the door open, revealing a room with a soft glow of light. The air was warm, filled with the scent of roses and something deeper, more primal, his scent. It wrapped around me and it was intoxicating and comforting all at once. My heart raced as he closed the door behind us, the sound of the lock clicking into place sending a shiver down my spine.He turned to me, his red eyes glowing in the dim light, and for a moment, we simply stood there, staring at each other. The intensity of his gaze was overwhelming, but there was a softness there too, a tenderness that made me weak.“Yolanda,” he
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
My breakthrough in training was a whirlwind of activity. Alejandro had announced our upcoming wedding, and the palace was abuzz with preparations. The news had spread quickly, and while some Lycans seemed genuinely happy for us, others like Clarice and Lucian watched me with disdain. I could feel their eyes on me wherever I went, their whispers following me like shadows.Despite the growing tension, I was determined to prove myself. I spent hours each day training with Marcus, pushing myself harder than ever before. My wolf was becoming more present, her voice clearer and her strength more tangible. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment, waiting for me to finally embrace her.One afternoon, as I was leaving the training grounds, I was approached by a group of Lycan women. They bowed their heads respectfully, but I could sense their hesitation. One of them, a tall woman with sharp features, stepped forward.“My queen,” she said, her voice steady but cautious. “We were wonde
The days after my introduction to the Lycan court were full of activity and overwhelming expectations. Alejandro was determined to prepare me for my role as queen, and while I appreciated his efforts, the weight of it all felt depressing and suffocating. Everywhere I went, I was followed by servants, guards, and advisors, their eyes constantly watching, waiting for me to falter. It was as if they were all silently questioning whether I, a weak Omega from a small pack, truly belonged in this world of power and prestige.Alejandro, however, seemed ignorant to my struggles or perhaps he chose to ignore them. He was always by my side, guiding me through the intricacies of Lycan politics and introducing me to the various sections within the court. His confidence in me was unwavering, but no matter how much he reassured me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was an outsider. The court was a labyrinth of alliances and rivalries, and I was stumbling through it blindfolded.One morning, Aleja
The following morning, a gentle knock on the door roused me from sleep. As I sat up, still groggy, a young woman stepped into the room. She wore a simple yet refined uniform and bowed her head respectfully as she approached. "Good morning, my lady," she greeted. "I am here to assist you in preparing for the day ahead." I blinked, struggling to shake off the remnants of slumber. "Prepare for what?" I inquired. With a soft smile, she replied, "The king has summoned you to the throne room. There are important matters that need your attention." A wave of anxiety washed over me at her words. What could Alejandro possibly want from me? I was merely an omega, lacking any knowledge of the complexities of lycan politics. However, I understood that I had no choice but to comply, so I nodded and allowed the maid to assist me in getting dressed. She guided me to a wardrobe brimming with exquisite gowns, each more breathtaking than the last. I selected a simple yet elegant dress in a deli
I was indeed an omega; my entire family consisted of omegas. "I could only hear her voice yesterday when you arrived," I admitted shyly, and he responded with a hum. I struggled to maintain eye contact as he reached out, gently cupping my face. "It will be impossible to avoid my brother and his family, but do steer clear of a lycan woman named Clarice; she has an obsession with me." I was baffled. "Is she an ex-lover?" I inquired. He chuckled softly and replied, "No, you may not know this, but a lycan can only mate with their designated partner. However, she has taken a liking to me, so be cautious; she could be your only issue." With that, he pressed a light kiss on my lips, as delicate as a feather, before pulling away. I found myself asking, "Are you a virgin?" despite not knowing what compelled me to do so. After nine hours, our plane finally touched down, and Alejandro woke me from my slumber. I felt a wave of shyness wash over me as we exited the airport. What was wro