Chapter 5: The Shattered Gala

The silence in the ballroom was so heavy it felt as if the very air had turned to stone. Killian stood frozen, his eyes darting between my face and the two boys who were undeniably his reflection. The golden glow of his Alpha aura flickered, weakened by the shock that was visible in every line of his body.

“Elara,” he choked out again, his voice cracking. He took a staggering step forward, but Silas moved instantly, his violet eyes flashing with a warning that stopped Killian in his tracks.

“You have no right to approach the Queen of the North, Alpha Killian,” Silas stated, his voice ringing with a calm authority that made the other pack leaders in the room murmur. “Not after the way you discarded your true mate.”

Sienna’s face turned a mottled purple. “She’s a fraud! Killian, don’t listen to them! She was an Omega—a wolf-less peasant! How could she be a Queen?” She turned to the crowd, her voice rising in a desperate shriek. “She’s using dark magic! Look at her hair! Look at the children’s eyes! It’s a trick!”

I laughed then. It wasn’t the soft, musical laugh of the girl who used to tend the pack’s gardens. It was a cold, sharp sound that sliced through Sienna’s hysterics.

“Dark magic, Sienna?” I stepped toward her, the floor beneath my heels frosting over with every step. “Is that what you call survival? Or is it just that you’re afraid the truth is finally coming for you?”

I turned my gaze to the room, addressing the Alphas of the southern territories who had watched my public shaming five years ago. “Five years ago, I was accused of poisoning the Luna’s tea. I was rejected, branded, and sent to die in a ravine during a storm. No trial. No investigation. Just the word of a jealous mistress and the silence of a coward.”

“I didn’t know about the pregnancy, Elara,” Killian whispered, his face ashen. “I swear to the Moon Mother, if I had known”

“If you had known, what?” I snapped, my silver eyes flaring with a light that forced those closest to me to shield their eyes. “You would have kept me as a breeding slave? You would have let me live in a cage while you slept with the woman who framed me? My sons are not your ‘heirs,’ Killian. They are my legacy. They are the Kings of the North, and they owe you nothing but the air they breathe.”

Liam, who had been silent until now, looked up at Killian. His gaze was unnervingly clinical. “You smell like regret,” the five-year-old said softly. “But Mama says regret is just a ghost that lives in houses built on lies. Our house is built on ice. It doesn’t break.”

The crowd gasped. The level of composure and power coming from a child so young was terrifying. It confirmed everything Silas had said about the Ancient Lineage.

Sienna, realizing she was losing the room, lunged for my arm. “You’re lying! You’re trying to take my place!”

She didn’t even reach me. A wall of solid, crystalline ice erupted from the floor between us, nearly pinning her hand. The cold was so intense that the champagne in the nearby glasses shattered.

“Touch me again,” I said, my voice dropping to a lethal register, “and I will ensure the only thing left of you is a memory frozen in time.”

Killian looked at the ice, then at me, a look of profound loss crossing his features. “What have you become?”

“The nightmare you created,” I replied.

I turned back to Silas and my sons. “We’ve seen enough. The air here is stagnant.”

As we turned to leave, the Lycan messenger from the woods stepped forward, holding a scroll with the High King’s seal. “Before we depart, let it be known: The Northern Lycan Empire officially declares the Black Mountain Pack’s southern trade routes closed. Any pack that aligns with the usurper Sienna will find themselves facing the winter of the North.”

The ballroom erupted into chaos. Alphas began shouting, and Sienna fell to her knees, sobbing, not out of grief, but out of the realization that her power was evaporating.

I walked out of the hall without looking back, the twins’ small hands tucked firmly into mine. But as I reached the marble stairs, a hand caught my wrist. It wasn’t Killian’s.

It was the Beta of the pack, a man who had once been my friend. “Elara, wait. There’s something you need to know. The prison van... it wasn’t an accident. Killian didn’t order the ravine route. Someone changed the orders after the van left.”

I pulled my arm away. “It doesn’t matter who changed the orders, Beta. He’s the one who put me in the van.”