LOGINMaddison Spencer-Bennett.
I sighed deeply, because Leonardo was right. I had to choose. And honestly, it was a simple decision. I would not deny what the goddesses were destined for me. No, this was one of the easiest decisions of my life. I took Alonso’s hand, smiled at him and said, “There’s nothing to choose from, honey. You are mine and I am yours. There is nothing wrong with that. So, out of this, we came out together.” The smile on his face grew wide and bright. He didn’t say he was proud of my decision, but it showed. “As you wish, little one. Here we go.” So, hand in hand, we left, accompanied by Alonso’s bodyguards. I had done this a million times... walking among journalists and having them bombard you with inappropriate questions. I have had to cultivate the patience to not respond to them in the way my brain was screaming to do so. And Alonso was no different than me. He also grew up in the public eye, so he was used to dealing with them as well. Maybe he did it much better job than me. “Princess Maddison, is it true that you usually go out with single men, running away from home?” “Mr. Corleone, did you split from supermodel Crystal Kane for Princess Maddison?” “Princess, some think that you are not worthy of the royal throne if you do not have enough respect to wait for your fated mates. Do you have anything to comment on this?” “Mr. Corleone, do you have serious intentions with the princess? Because of your track record, do you think the kings will accept you?” Alright... We’ve been through these things alone. But never together. And I’m sure neither he nor I were prepared for this kind of question. Jealousy is a real bitch! My grip on his hand tightened, and I felt him do the same. Alonso was angry... No, scratch that. He was so pissed off. I could feel his wolf on the surface. But his face revealed nothing. Hell! He was very good at this. Leonardo opened the door and Alonso helped me enter. He closed the door and turned around, facing the press, which left me with my mouth open. “This is the only thing I will say. Stop asking us, when you know, better than anyone, what the royal protocol is like. Wait for the queen’s statements. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go.” Alonso turned the car around and got in through the other door, while all the journalists present photographed us and kept calling us. Leonardo started the engine and drove at full speed towards the palace. I cleared my throat and said, “Crystal Kane? Oh really? I didn’t know you liked that type of woman.” I looked away toward the window. “Are you jealous, little one?” He asked me with a mocking laugh. I shrugged, still looking out the window. “Look at me, little one.” I didn’t pay attention to him. He exhaled sharply and grabbed my chin, saying, “I said look at me, little one. Don’t make me punish you.” His voice was dominant and hoarse. Maybe he could intimidate anyone, but not me. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Alonso, you are my mate, not my father. Leave the punishments for your children. Not for me.” I threw his hand to the side and looked out the window again while crossing my arms. “What do you want me to say, Maddison? That everything is a lie? Well yes, it is. I have never had a relationship with her. It was all an invention of the publicity team to avoid comments about my sexuality. I had never been seen with a woman and the rumors increased exponentially. Your parents chose Crystal because she was discreet.” Now I looked at his face, scandalized. “My parents? Really? Did Mom agree to this?” He shrugged and sighed. “No. Your mother was furious. She knew how degrading it would be for you if you found out. But the photographs of us going to events were all over the entertainment magazines. She had no choice but to accept it.” “Was that three years ago? After I turned 18?” I asked him, thoughtful. Alonso nodded silently. Then he said, “How do you know?” “Because I remember, clearly, that Mom had all four of my parents sleeping in the guest rooms for a month. We joked with my brothers as I watched my parents beg her to forgive them. And they discussed how they could make things right.” “That makes sense. In fact, your mother asked me for forgiveness for not being able to prevent it. She felt it could have been handled differently, but it was done.” “Do you still have contact with Crystal?” I asked him, trying to hide my jealousy. “She’s my best friend, little one. She knew from the beginning that you were mine. And despite that, she agreed to pretend to be my girlfriend. Your mother made her sign a contract and the clauses she established were final. You know what the queen is like.” I nodded silently. Yes, she was his friend, and it was likely that she knew Alonso better than he knows himself. But he was mine and I will be queen. There is no woman who equals me and that’s the tee. Wow, it’s about time you thought like that... Honestly, bitch, I thought you’d never have the guts to see it that way. There is no one equal to us! No fucking cat comes close to our heels... My conscience with her comments… Thank you, conscience, for sharing my thoughts! “You didn’t answer me, little one. Are you jealous?” His question snapped me out of my internal conversation. Since I have nothing to lose, I prefer to be honest. “I am. I’m jealous that she could be with you for three years… You should have appeared in my life sooner, Alonso.” Now, I couldn’t hide my anger. He was mine and at 18; I was legally an adult. I could have been with him without problems. He sighed, hiding his frustration. “I understand your anger, little one. In fact, I also wanted to be with you and I thought that at 18 it was time to claim you.” He paused, took my hand and traced circles on it. How I love to feel the sparks! And I love he seeks my closeness. “But you must also understand your parents’ position. The queen thought the same as you. That you were already old enough to know me, but the kings believed you deserved more time to get to know yourself. To go to university and wait for your wolf. Honestly, I found them right, and that’s why I agreed to take Crystal as my girlfriend.” That’s my mom! I may fight with her all the time, but she will always have my back. “I just met you and I feel like I can’t be away from you. I can’t imagine how hard that was for you.” “Little one, I won’t lie to you. It was very hard. My goal was to wait for you at 18. So when you turned that age, I was visiting the pack. And… well… everything I told you happened.” I sighed and sat on his lap. I put my arms around his neck and kissed his lips. Alonso responded to my kiss and pressed against him. I pulled away and said, “We are together now and I won’t let anyone take me away from you. You are mine, Alonso.” “Oh, little one!” And saying nothing else, Alonso attacked my lips again… and I gladly let him. I straddled his lap, moving on top of his length… Oh, and how big it was! I remember when I saw him naked. I didn’t know if he was going to fit inside my tight entrance. But it turned out that it was perfect for me. While I moved on top of him, Alonso did not stop squeezing my breasts or kissing my neck. I really wanted to feel him inside me! It took all of his willpower to pull away from me and say, “I love seeing your face when you’re this turned on, little one! But... we’re almost getting into the palace. And I don’t want others to smell what’s mine. So…” He separated from me and sat me in the seat next to him. “We should cool down…” He took my hand and kissed my knuckles softly. I sighed and said, “Are you ready to talk to the queen?” “Little one, I was born ready. The question is: are you ready to face your parents like the adult you are? Because whatever you decide today, there will be no turning back.” I smiled at him and said, “I was born ready, too. Come on, it’s time to talk to my mother.”Maddison Spencer-BennettThe conversation with the masked man still echoed in my mind, a persistent sound that refused to leave me in peace.His words continued to ring in my ears, filled with warnings and secrets that made me question everything I thought I knew about myself and the role I played in this tangled story.But now, I was focused on the reality of the tournament and what it meant for me, for the contestants, and for the kingdom.As I walked through the palace gardens—a place where I had always felt safe and at peace—a mixture of emotions overwhelmed me.The flowers around me swayed gently in the breeze, but even their beauty was not enough to ease the heavy burden weighing upon my chest.It was a constant reminder that, although the immediate danger had passed, the decisions made during the tournament would determine everything.Suddenly, my mother appeared at the entrance to the garden, her face marked by an expression I could not decipher."Maddison," she called, her au
Maddison Spencer–BennettWaking up felt like emerging from a dark ocean, where the currents of instinct had carried me far away from the surface of reason.For hours...Or perhaps days—time had lost all meaning in that state— I hadn't been Maddison.I'd been something elemental.A force made of need, ferocity, and possessiveness so absolute that it frightened me now that sanity was slowly finding its way back into my mind.Every muscle in my body ached.A deep, lingering ache. A reminder of everything Kallie had forced my body to endure.I tried to sit up… My body refused.My hands still bore traces of shredded silk and splintered wood beneath my nails, trembling faintly as I pushed myself upright.I was sitting in the middle of chaos.Alonso's dressing room... Or what remained of it.The nest I'd built with my own hands now felt like a sanctuary profaned by the logic of daylight."Kallie... are you there?" I called into the silence of my own mind.Her answer came as a lazy, satisfied
Alonso CorleoneThe third phase, Ankor whispered into my mind, though this time his voice was nothing but a roar of pure hunger, recognition, and surrender.The Consummation, Alonso. Protection no longer matters. The nest no longer matters. The time for barriers is over. Only complete union remains... or absolute madness. Take her, or we'll both burn until nothing, but ashes remain.Maddison...Or Kallie...Or the flawless fusion of both that her heat had forged in the fire of instinct...Reached my feet.She pressed her feverish face against my thighs, breathing in my scent from between my legs with a desperation that shattered my heart while setting my blood ablaze.Her trembling hands found the hem of my shirt, tugging at it with enough strength to tear the fabric apart, desperately searching for the skin-to-skin contact her heat demanded with the force of a curse.I bent down and gently cupped her face in my hands.The tenderness of the gesture stood in stark contrast to the storm
Alonso CorleoneThe hours slipped by far faster than I would have liked.Time, in the middle of a she-wolf's heat, isn't measured in minutes.It's measured in heartbeats, in the weight of the air, and in the intoxicating scent of musk and desire that had begun seeping through every crack in the manor.I'd fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion.A mistake my instincts were quick to condemn.The fatigue from the previous days, the strain of protecting her, and the emotional toll of watching her battle her own nature had finally caught up with me, dragging me into a heavy, dreamless sleep.I awoke in the worst possible way.A deep growl ripped me from unconsciousness.It wasn't a sound any human throat could make.A split second later came the deafening crash of something being torn apart—wood splintering, glass exploding against marble.The noise echoed through the stone walls of the room until it became a declaration of war.My eyes flew open.A freezing jolt raced down my spine, snapping
Alonso CorleoneThe crimson glow of the runes rippled across the chamber door with a deep, resonant hum. One after another, the magical barriers sealed themselves over the solid wood until it became an impenetrable wall.The last symbol flared brightly before slowly fading, leaving behind an eerie silence inside the room.Only then did I realize the problem. I instinctively grabbed the doorknob and twisted.It didn't budge.I shoved the door harder.Nothing.A curse slipped from my lips as I tried again."Alonso!" Peter's voice echoed from the other side.I slammed my fist against the door. "I'm here!""Can you get out?"I clenched my jaw and stared at the shimmering barrier covering the frame. Emma's magic was flawless.Not even Ankor could break it."No."Silence followed for a couple of seconds.Then the Queen spoke, her voice firm."Then stay there."I frowned. "What?""If we remove the barriers, her scent will spread through the entire palace again."Another roar shook the castle
Alonso CorleoneI always believed I was ready for any threat. My entire life, for as long as I can remember, has been one continuous training. I've faced assassins in dark alleyways, coups orchestrated by brilliant and twisted minds, traitors who sat at my own table, and wars that stained our borders red. I had looked death in the eye and smiled at it, confident in my strength and Ankor's. But nothing prepared me for what was about to happen. No tactics manual, no lesson from my father, not even the oldest instincts of my bloodline warned me about how fragile control becomes when fate decides to claim its place.Nothing prepared me for this.It all started with a simple shift in the air, something so subtle only someone with extremely sharpened senses could have caught it. We were gathered in the palace's great hall, a space of marble and gold humming with the murmur of powerful voices. We were going over the final details of the tournament, a competition meant to be a display of stren
Maddison Spencer-Bennett.So now I found out that my parents knew who one of my mates was years ago. Why the fuck didn’t anyone say anything? I don’t believe at all that it’s because “they wanted to protect my childhood.” Bullshit!I got out of bed and asked him the question that was on my mind. “D
Maddison Spencer–Bennett “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, mate?” said the stranger, with a frown and a clenched jaw. I opened my eyes wide, swallowed hard and said, “Mate? What the hell are you talking about? I’m not your mate! Now, let me go!” I tried to get out of his grip, but he wa
Maddison Spencer-Bennett One drink… Two drinks… Too many drinks later... I opened my eyes as the light was coming through the curtains. As I did so, I realized that my head was resting peacefully on a bare, toned chest. I walked away slowly, trying not to panic, because reality was hittin
Maddison Spencer-Bennett. While I was talking to my mother, something inside me made me go into alert mode. I knew something would happen. At the moment I was about to answer Alonso, the door opened and the smell of the female who was entering the office made me see everything red. Suddenly, I f







