°•♡Chapter 49~ Her Throne, Her Rules

The doors of the Citadel’s High Council chamber groaned open under the weight of centuries, the echo of my entrance carried through the hall like thunder.

I stepped through, every footstep was deliberate. The room was already filled—Alphas, Betas, council elders, and clan heads—yet it fell utterly still the moment they saw me.

Eyes widened.

Backs straightened.

Conversations ceased mid-sentence.

I'd worn a gown of deep violet, like the color of a night sky before the stars emerged. It was fitted at the waist, and embroidery of the Moonborn crest traced down from my collarbone to the hem. The dress train glided over the ground behind me.

It wasn’t just fashion. It was a statement.

Authority. Warning.

Ronan was already seated across the room beside my seat—my rightful place. His eyes found mine immediately, unreadable but he didn’t need to speak. His presence was enough.

I walked with poise, the gown enhancing rather than restraining me. I stopped just inside the circle of the chamber.