Nora’S POV
My heart was pounding so loud, I swore both men could hear it. I didn’t even think before I said that word. Mate. It slipped out of me like a breath I’d been holding for years. Earlier, when I woke up in the hospital bed and saw him sitting beside me, his aura was the first thing I felt thick, commanding, impossible to ignore. His scent filled the entire room, rich and powerful, and my wolf reacted instantly. She pushed past every thought in my head, forced a word out of my mouth before I could stop her. Mate The way Derek’s face lit up when I said it… I’ll never forget it. His dimples deepened, his golden eyes softened, and he smiled like he’d just found something he’d been searching for his whole life. “I, Derek, the Lycan King, accept you as my mate,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “I promise to love and cherish you. This is one of the greatest moments I have always waited for.” The way he said it like there was no hesitation shocked me to my core.m, and the additional shock “Lycan King…his my mate” He’d asked several questions about my bruises earlier, but I had no idea where to start explaining. I didn’t want to mention my stepmother’s theft, not yet. I didn’t want him to start looking at me with judgment. Then the door opened, and Asher walked in. I don’t know what made me feel it, but there was a strange satisfaction in watching him bow in front of me… or maybe it was seeing the way Derek’s expression hardened when he spoke, full of authority and command. “I’ll be taking her with me tonight,” Derek said. My head snapped toward him. Tonight? Asher froze for a second, his jaw tightening. “Congratulations, my king,” he forced out, each word sounding like it scraped his throat. “But it would be an honor if you joined us for dinner tonight… to celebrate your… mate.” He almost choked on that last word, and I caught it. “I will acknowledge that,” Derek replied simply, his tone leaving no room for argument. After Asher left, Derek pulled out his phone. His voice turned low, commanding, as he instructed his beta to bring me a dress and call the best makeup artist to give me a new look for the dinner. It was at that moment the reality of everything hit me. My life had just taken a turn I never saw coming. Tears burned in my eyes, and my wolf was practically dancing inside me, her joy radiating through every part of me. “Are you crying?” Derek asked, stepping closer, his brow furrowed with concern. “I—” My voice cracked before I could even form a proper sentence. “It’s nothing.” I wiped at my cheeks quickly, embarrassed that he caught me so easily. Derek didn’t buy it. His eyes scanned my face like he was memorizing every detail, and then his hand was warm, firm, and impossibly steady cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t lie to me, mate,” he said softly, but there was a command beneath the gentleness. “If those tears are from pain, I’ll find who caused it.” A shiver went down my spine. The way he said “find”made me believe he meant much worse than that. My wolf purred at the protective edge in his tone, but my human side panicked at how dangerous this man truly was. “They’re not from pain,” I admitted. “It’s just… a lot. Everything’s changing so fast.” His thumb brushed away a tear. “Then let it change. You were meant for me, Nora. The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes.” Hearing my name from him, so certain, so possessive sent another wave of warmth through me. But before I could respond, he leaned closer, his scent surrounding me again, his golden eyes locking on mine like he was staking his claim right there in that hospital room. “You won’t ever have to fight alone again,” Derek said, voice low and sure. “Whatever hurt you before ends now. You’re mine.” Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking the moment between us. Derek stepped back and pulled it from his pocket. The instant he answered, a woman’s voice flowed through the speaker. Undeniably the voice is familiar to him. “My princess,” he greeted with a smile I hadn’t seen before. Princess. I blinked, my mind racing. Oh, Nora, stop. Don’t be stupid. He’s a king—of course there would be a princess. Probably his sister. Definitely his sister. But still, the way my chest tightened caught me off guard. Was that… jealousy?…oh no. From the phone came her playful voice again. “Gerrick told me, you know. That diarrhea-mouthed beta of yours.” Derek chuckled. “And what did he tell you?” “That you’ve found your mate!” she said with an excitement that made my stomach twist. “So tell me— is she beautiful? How old is she? Is she from a high rank? I hope she’s not some… weak frog.” The words hit harder than I wanted to admit. Derek’s gaze shifted to me then, his golden eyes locking on mine. There was a small, knowing smile on his lips, but he didn’t answer her questions. Instead, he stepped toward the door and slipped out of the ward room, still speaking to her in a low tone I couldn’t hear. And instantly, my earlier joy dimmed. I know how this world works. Every werewolf, every Lycan, every Alpha dreams of rising higher. And from her questions, I could already sense it, his family might reject me. A “weak frog.” If only she knew… I was worse than a frog. **** “You look… so stunning. Like a goddess,” the makeup artist said, stepping back to admire her work. We had already left the hospital and were now in the guest suite reserved for the Lycan King. Calling it a “room” didn’t feel right—it was more like a miniature mansion tucked inside the main palace. I still couldn’t believe my head was under this roof. Even the omegas who worked here carried themselves with dignity and were treated with respect. I could see shadows shifting outside the open doorway. omegas lingering, pretending to pass by, but really, they were here to confirm the rumors. And I knew how fast rumors spread here like wildfire. One omega had already come in to offer me drinks… twice. I hadn’t even asked for one. She was just trying to get a closer look, to see if the whispers were true. After dressing in a deep emerald gown that hugged my figure and fell like liquid silk to the floor, I stood in front of the mirror. For a moment, I felt the familiar sting of tears pressing at my eyes. But no this wasn’t the time to cry. Nora, this is the time you walk with full confidence. Your unbelievable dream is now your reality. Act like who you are now. I told myself firmly, straightening my shoulders. “Ready?” Derek’s voice came from the doorway. He stepped inside, adjusting his cufflinks, but the moment his eyes landed on me… he stopped. I felt almost swept away just looking at him. Tall, bold, devastatingly handsome in a perfectly tailored suit that carried his presence like a crown. “Oh, goddess…” I heard him murmur under his breath. His gaze locked on me, and I couldn’t even read his reaction—was it a surprise? All I knew was that the air between us felt chargedNORA POVWhen we got back to the house, the silence between Derek and me was thick. I didn’t want to say anything about what happened, not like I had anything to say.“Nora, about tonight…”He said slowly, but his eyes stayed on me. “I just want you to know, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”I looked away. “It’s not your fault.” I didn’t want him to feel responsible, even if part of me wished he could fix everything.“I never took the whole thing seriously,” I said, looking away. “So it doesn’t get to me like that.”He frowned, clearly confused. “What... what is
NORA POVI kept my face steady while the queen mother spoke, but it was not easy. She called me a “rag.”. The things she was saying were hurtful, and even though she spoke calmly and without raising her voice, each word carried a weight that I felt deeply. I told myself it was not something to take personally, that this was normal and I should act like it did not affect me. Madam Kaelene had already trained me for situations like this. She always said I must never break down or show emotions in front of anyone, that tears are private and should only be seen in my own reflection. Remembering that advice helped me hold my composure, but inside I was tense and uncomfortable.She did not stop after her first comment. She would pause, then make another statement that was cl
Nora’s POV“You look so gorgeous,” Mira said as I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate fabric of my dress.I hesitated, glancing down. “And you really think this isn’t too much… for an indoor dinner?” Lyra had picked it out and made me promise to wear it, but now it felt overwhelming.Mira smiled kindly. “This is not too much, my lady. The princess knows what she’s doing. And you, your beauty suits it perfectly.”By the time Derek came for me, I was already fully dressed in the gown. Mira had fussed over every detail, but when Derek stepped inside, his gaze swept over me in a way that made the long hours worth it.“You lo
DEREK POVI was halfway through my warm-up sets when my mind drifted again to last night.The image of Nora in the kitchen last night, standing over the pan, that shy smile. My wolf still hadn’t stopped talking since.Mate knows how to take care of us, he kept repeating, like a drumbeat in my head.I threw another punch at the bag, but my focus was gone.The door opened and Gerrick walked in.“Training early today?” he asked, coming closer.I slowed down. &ldquo
The nights had started blending together since Madam Kaelene’s training began.Every evening after she dismissed me, Mira, the quiet maid assigned to my room, would take my hands, massage in some fragrant cream, then slip warm silk gloves over my fingers.It was strange, looking at my hands now. They didn’t look like the hands that once scrubbed muddy boots or bled from hauling buckets. They looked… royal.But while my hands were getting used to this new life, my head was a mess.Dinner with the royal family was two days away. Which meant meeting Derek’s mother.And every time her name came up, Lyra and Madam Kaelene excha
NORA’S POVIt was my fifth morning at the palace.Derek had left a short note on my bedside table: Eat. Take care of yourself. I love you.I read it twice before tucking it away, smiling like a fool.Princess Lyra had been making things easier, dragging me to the city, filling my closet with clothes I was too scared to touch. One gown she bought was worth ten thousand dollars. I kept opening the closet just to stare at it.Today was the start of my “orientation.” Not warrior training—Derek called it something else. A kind of shaping. Learning to hold my head up in the royal court, to speak without trembling, to stand