Se connecterThe cold wind blew, people had their sweaters and coats on, Elara sat totally unbothered by the freezing weather, the cold did not affect her at all, her inner fire was burning her.
Exhaling a shaky breath she took her phone out and booked a cab and waited for the cab to arrive, she had inherited her grandpa's property, she is also a 45% shareholder in her father's company but she actually doesn't care about it. She has always followed her passion which is Fencing. Her grandpa, Richard Montclair has supported her, he and her mother is her biggest supporter. She stays in her own apartment which she had bought with her own money, she is independent and whatever she has now is totally because of her hardwork. If she wanted she would've carried her grandpa's legacy forward but she was never interested in business stuff and her grandpa supported her passion, he even threatened Cedric that he will take that remaining shares and will transfer it on Elara's name if he doesn't support her passion. Elara was engrossed in her thoughts totally oblivious of what was going on around her but her train of thoughts broke when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder, she looked up only to find a lady staring at her smiling softly. The Lady was of her mother's age, she had serene eyes, purplish eye colour, dark brown wavy hairs, she looked divine even with the little wrinkles on her face. Elara frowned in confusion when that lady pulled out something from her bag, A faded velvet shoulder bag rested against her side, strangely regal despite its age. It was a book, the thing that lady held in her hand was a book, not any ordinary book. It was covered with a white cloth but still any one could guess that it was a book. That lady forwarded that book towards Elara who stared at that lady's face then at the book but something caught her attention, it was that lady's wrist, she had a strangely beautiful tattoo engraved on her wrist, it was a beautiful sword and a blue lotus on the top of it. Elara took her time to admire the tattoo, she felt strangely drawn towards that tattoo but she got out of her trance when that lady cleared her throat. Elara looked up at that lady who gave her the softest smile she has seen. The same smile her mother used to give her, the lady gestured Elara to take the book which she unknowingly took. The lady again gave her a fond smile and softly caressed her hair on which she closed her eyes feeling calm. Honk! Honk! A sharp car honk sound cut through the silence as Elara opened her eyes. She looked around trying to find the lady but she found no one, that lady had disappeared like she never existed. Elara was almost convinced that the lady she saw was her hallucination but then her eyes fell on her hand which held the book tightly. Honk!!! Elara looked in front to find that her cab has arrived, she got up and placed that book on the bench, the white dusty cloth was loosely wrapped around it, she tried to not look at that book again but her eyes betrayed her, huffing loudly she took that book and sat in the cab. Soon she was infront of her apartment, she unlocked the door and got inside but shivered when cold breeze hit her, rubbing her palm she got inside. She placed that book in the living room and went to freshnup. Soon she came back, a white fluffy cardigan hung on her small body, her joggers fit tight on her small waist, her outfit contrast to her personality. She took the book and went inside her bedroom, it was simple , a small, neat bedroom with pale lavender walls. A single window with sheer curtains, her room glowed faintly as the sun hid behind the clouds. Wind chimes near the window that rings even without wind which her mother bought. She sat on her bed holding the book, a plain white bedsheet but perfectly tucked in her bed. Soft yellow light surrounded her bed when she switched on her side lamp, Elara coughed lightly as she blew on the white cloth which covered the book. Removing the cloth she stared at the black large book , her soft hazel- brown eyes widened as she stared at the title of the book, her long dark eyelashes flickered as she roamed her eyes on that book. THE LEGEND ALPHA PRINCE, that was the title of the book, she softly ran her fingers on the book and surprisingly that letters glowed by her touch as if it had recognised its owner. Taking a deep breath Elara opened the book, her hands trembling as her long wavy brown hairs flew because of strange wind, She frowned as she took in the sight of a strange wheel rested on the first page, its surface etched with symbols she couldn’t read. It was cold as Elara touched it it had a center gem which continuously changed colour, her frown deepened and she unknowingly spun the wheel, suddenly a bright golden light surrounded the room and Elara was long gone with no traces left. She had disappeared.Lucien's roar tore through the throne room, his Alpha voice vibrating with raw authority. The force of it pressed down on everyone present like an invisible weight. One by one, wolves dropped to their knees. Some bowed their heads immediately. Others trembled, struggling under the dominance before submitting. A few whimpered softly, unable to withstand the command. Only Ragnar remained standing. And Elara. The pressure hit her like a physical force. Her chest tightened, her knees weakening as an instinct she didn't understand and urged her to bow... to submit ... to obey. Her fingers curled at her sides. No. She forced herself to stay upright. Her legs trembled slightly, but she didn’t kneel. Lucien noticed. His glowing eyes flickered toward her, surprise flashing across his face. Everyone else had submitted… but she remained standing, shaken yet unyielding. His wolf stirred instantly. Mine. "Elara," Lucien said, his voice still edged with authority, though softer now. "
"No", this mere word held a lot of power which Elara realized now. The answer made her chest tighten. Her eyes shimmered with shock more than tears. "So I really… left everything behind?" Lucien noticed the slight sway in her stance and reached out, stopping just short of touching her, as if unsure whether she would pull away. "Elara," he said softly, "look at me." She did. "You're overwhelmed. Sit down." "I'm fine....." "You're not," he cut in gently. The softness in his tone surprised everyone, including her. He pulled a chair back slightly. "Sit." This time she didn't argue. She lowered herself slowly, her hands still trembling in her lap. Lucien remained beside her, not too close ... but close enough to intervene if she faltered. "You're cold," he muttered, noticing her shaking fingers. "I'm not cold," she whispered. "I'm..... I don't know." His expression darkened. No one spoke. Finally, she looked up again, fear mixing with fragile disbelief. "You're… the Alph
Elara blinked, her mind struggling to catch up. The room suddenly felt too quiet, too still. She looked from Ragnar to Lucien, then to the others standing nearby .... searching for a hint of laughter, a sign that this was some elaborate joke. None came. Her pulse began to race. "You… you are a werewolf?" she asked, her voice trembling despite her effort to steady it. "Like… an Alpha?" She had heard the terms before. Alpha. Beta. Omega. They belonged to stories, fantasy novels, myths whispered for entertainment .... not reality. Not this. Not here. Elara felt the ground tilt beneath her. "Everyone present here," Ragnar continued evenly, "apart from you, are werewolves. Some are Alphas, some Betas, some Omegas… and one true-blooded Alpha" his gaze shifted briefly to Lucien "....my son." The room spun. Elara took an unconscious step back, then another. Her breathing became shallow, uneven. "You aren't… making things up, right?" she said quickly, panic slipping into he
Silence swallowed the throne room whole.Then.......scrape.The sharp metallic sound of steel dragging across marble cut through the air like a threat made real. Every head turned as the sword slipped from Ragnar's hand, striking the polished floor with a harsh clang that echoed off the towering pillars."You are going against your father?" Ragnar asked, his voice low, but edged with something far more dangerous than a shout.Lucien didn’t move."Yes," he said quietly. "If it's for her… I'll go against my own self."A ripple passed through the gathered nobles. No one dared speak, but the shock was visible in every widened eye. Defying the Alpha King was unthinkable. Doing it for a girl? Madness.Ragnar's jaw tightened. Anger burned in his gaze as he stepped forward, his boots striking the marble with deliberate force.Elara stiffened.She knew that look. It wasn't just anger, it was judgment, authority, power ready to crush. Every instinct told her to step back, to lower her head, to
The massive doors of the throne room opened.Conversations died instantly.Every gaze shifted toward her. Nobles straightened. Servants lowered their heads, though not before stealing curious glances. The air thickened with unspoken thoughts. She didn’t need to hear them to understand.Lucien's mate.The human girl.The one the king nearly punished.Elara resisted the urge to shrink back. Her palms grew cold, but she forced herself to walk steadily.Then Lucien moved beside her.His presence was calm, composed, but deliberate. He walked half a step closer, subtly placing himself between her and the crowd. The murmurs that had begun to rise instantly died. No one dared whisper when he was near.They stopped before the throne.Ragnar sat upright, his expression unreadable. Lyra moved gracefully to her seat near the queen's empty throne, her eyes flickering between the king and Elara with quiet interest."You asked for her presence, Your Majesty?" Lucien spoke evenly, though authority t
Lyra gazed at Lucien. "You know a lot about people, don't you"? "More than I should," Lucien's lips curved upward. Lyra’s toothy grin widened as she looked at Lucien."You look terrible. Did someone finally punch that arrogance out of you?" Lucien scoffed. "I'd say the same, but that would require you looking presentable for once." She gasped dramatically and smacked his arm. "Rude. I came all the way here out of concern, and this is how you welcome me?" He clutched his arm as if mortally wounded. "Violence. See? This is why no one marries you." "Please," Lyra rolled her eyes. "I'm waiting for someone richer than you." "That narrows it down to half the kingdom," Lucien muttered. Lyra’s toothy grin vanished hearing Lucien as she playfully hit him again, and Lucien dramatically whimpered. Elara watched the scene unfold, confusion flickering across her face. "Elara, she’s my baby sister," Lucien explained when he noticed her staring at them. "It must feel nice to h







