LOGINKIERANThe air inside the dimly lit basement chamber was heavy and cold. Dust danced in the dim light of the wall lamps. This underground basement was built centuries ago by their clans' forefathers. Lord Kieran leaned back in his high wooden chair, his long legs crossed as he scanned the small room. He had instructed his uncle, Lord Vermont, to gather every council elder who silently despised Alpha Vulcan.Eight men sat around the long stone table. Three were minor pack elders, while the remaining five, including Kieran and Vermont, belonged to his late aunt’s powerful clan. Kieran was easily the youngest man in the room, having stepped into his father's seat after the old man died years ago. But no one questioned his presence.The elders were grumbling in low, raspy voices, their hatred for Vulcan burning hot."Strength won't destroy him," one elderly man growled, slamming his wrinkled fist onto the stone. "The boy is a monster in battle. We cannot fight his wolf."Another elder
Olivia Trisha was practically blowing Olivia’s ears off, talking nonstop while helping her slip into a soft silk nightgown."I swear, My Lady, Beta Liam is the scariest person I have ever met after the alpha!" Trisha whimpered, her hands shaking as she tied the gown’s belt. "He looks at me like he wants to snap my neck! What if he orders the guards to lock me up?"Olivia chuckled, looking at her maid in the mirror. "If he’s scaring you that much, maybe I should just transfer you to the laundry wing. I can get a braver maid."Trisha’s eyes went wide with sheer terror. "No! Please, My Lady, I’m so sorry! I’ll be quiet! Please don't send me away!""I'm just joking, Trisha," Olivia said softly, smiling as the maid let out a dramatic sigh of relief.Once Trisha bowed and left the room, Olivia sank onto the massive bed, releasing a long, heavy sigh.So much had happened in such a short time that her head felt completely scrambled. She stared up at the high ceiling, struggling to figure out
Vulcan Within minutes, the table was cleared of every trace of seafood. Servants rushed back and forth, replacing the platters with roasted lamb, garlic butter potatoes, and fresh garden greens.Vulcan sat back in his seat, his sharp jaw tight. He could feel the heavy, uncomfortable tension suffocating the room. Everyone was on edge simply because he had spoken up in defense of his Luna.Why did I do that? Was I taking it too far? No, Dak growled softly. We protect what is ours. “Let’s eat.” His mother’s shocked voice echoed softly in the room.Everyone nodded grimly. He looked at Paula and she was eating normally. He couldn’t help but think about how inconsistent things have been. Why did every single Silvermoon servant insist that Princess Paula’s favorite dishes were seafood, while the woman sitting beside him claimed to be severely allergic?Even during their earlier visit to the town square, when they had returned, Paula had explicitly told him that she couldn't consume seafo
Paula Paula’s blood only boiled stronger as she slammed the vegetable basket on the ground and exhaled. Why the hell does the Alpha King’s mother want to oversee the cooking herself?! Old people doing what they know how to do best. Annoy me! “Olivia! Can your feet move any faster?!” The annoying assistant head maid yelled from across the wide kitchen.“Yes, ma’am.” Paula called back. Days had passed since Olivia’s official coronation, and every single second had been pure torture for Paula.Whether the pack's warm welcome to Olivia was genuine or just a grand fake show, it made Paula’s stomach churn. She was practically seething with pure hate. To make matters ten times worse, Lady Anna was currently throwing herself into organizing a lavish, intimate family dinner. Even though Olivia had been introduced before, this dinner was meant to officially welcome her into the royal family as the Luna Queen.She’s a fake! Paula has dreamed of saying this over and over again, but she needs
OLIVIA Olivia still couldn't shake the tingling sensation of the kiss Vulcan had branded her with earlier.Now, she was sitting right beside him in her grand new office. He had decided to review the security reports here, claiming it was part of their grand show of affection. He sat broad-shouldered and imposing, while she leaned against him, her head resting on his large, cotton jacket-clad arm as Liam and the security team read off boring logs.She hated to admit it, but his arm was incredibly comfortable. A heavy, warm sense of safety washed over her.Look at us, nesting with our mate, Yara purred happily, practically rolling over in her mind.Quiet, Yara, Olivia shot back mentally. He is acting. It’s a strategy, nothing more.He doesn't smell like he's acting, Yara countered stubbornly.Olivia tuned back into the room. Listening closely to the guards, she realized the reports were completely empty. There was literally nothing serious in them. Vulcan had obviously known this bef
PAULA Every single corner of the East Wing was buzzing. Everywhere Paula turned, groups of maids were huddled together in tight circles, their voices hushed but dripping with excitement."Did you hear? The Alpha kissed her right in her office, in front of everyone!""I heard he gave her the royal Luna seal. She even has authority over the West Wing guards now!""We need to get on her good side. The power shift in this packhouse changed overnight."Paula clenched her fists so hard her nails bit painfully into her palms. Her chest burned with a toxic mixture of jealousy and rage. Everyone is scrambling to suck up to Olivia now.“Enjoy your little spotlight while it lasts, Olivia,” Paula muttered silently, staring down the long hallway. “Because I am going to drag you down from that throne myself.”She smoothed down her apron and took a deep breath, preparing to go report for her usual duty as Olivia’s maid. But before she could take three steps, the heavy footsteps of the head maid ec







