All Chapters of The Reign Of The Last White Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Traci’s POV I rested my head against my hand as I stared at the stack of reports spread across the conference table. Meeting after meeting. Report after report. Discussion after discussion. This had been my entire week. I understood why it was necessary. Becoming queen wasn’t just about wearing a crown or standing in front of a crowd while people cheered. It meant learning how the kingdoms functioned, listening to advisors, reviewing trade agreements, approving patrol routes, and making decisions that affected thousands of people. I knew all of that. It didn’t make any of it less boring. A quiet sigh escaped me. At least earlier in the week I’d managed to escape all of this for a few hours. Training with our warriors had been a welcome break. We worked on new combinations and defensive techniques that could make the difference between life and death during an attack. I spent extra time with many of the younger women, showing them my favorite escape move whenever a larger opponent

Raiden’s POV Zayden had only been gone a few minutes. The second the questions ended, he shook his head, laughed under his breath, and announced he was going to find Traci. I couldn’t blame him. Hell, Traci had practically sprinted out of the conference room. The moment I asked if anyone had any final questions, she was out of her chair before anyone could even inhale. The door hadn’t finished closing behind her before she disappeared down the hallway. I smiled to myself as I picked up another report from the growing stack on my desk. “She’s way too damn cute,” Nyx said proudly. A chuckle escaped me. “That she is.” The meeting had dragged on for hours, and I’d watched Traci slowly lose the battle against boredom. At one point she’d rested her head on her arm while absentmindedly tracing circles across the tabletop with her finger. Every now and then she’d look toward one of us, silently asking if we were finally finished. Unfortunately for her… We weren’t. The only subject tha

Ralph’s POV Once Maddox and I finished going over every detail of the plan, I pushed my chair back and stood. We had spent the better part of the afternoon moving markers across that map, arguing over routes, adjusting positions, and finding every weakness we could exploit. By the time we were finished, there wasn’t much left to change. I had to admit it. The plan looked good. It wasn’t perfect. Nothing ever was. Every operation eventually ran into something unexpected. The difference this time was we weren’t charging headfirst into another battle. We were taking our time. Watching. Waiting. Picking our moments instead of announcing our arrival with an army. That suited me just fine. I walked out of Maddox’s office and let the door click shut behind me. The hallway remained quiet. A few men passed by carrying supplies, but none of them paid much attention to me. Most kept their heads down and continued with whatever assignment they had been given. Good. I preferred it that way. T

Traci’s POV The second we finally escaped the training gym, I let out a long breath. Getting out of there had been a battle all by itself. Apparently, pinning one of the kings in front of half the palace had become today’s entertainment. Warrior after warrior had tried convincing me to stay just a little longer. Some wanted another sparring match. Others wanted pointers. A few simply wanted to watch someone else challenge me. I loved every second of it. Unfortunately, my muscles reminded me that I’d already spent hours in the ring. A hot shower sounded much more appealing. By the time I finished getting cleaned up and changed into a comfortable pair of jeans, a light tank top, and my favorite shoes, I felt almost human again. I stepped into the hallway and had barely taken three steps before a familiar voice stopped me. “Where do you think you’re going?” I turned around slowly. Roman stood several feet away with his arms folded across his chest, giving me the exact same look fat

Zayden’s POV Raiden and I made our way back toward our office after leaving the training gym. As much as either of us would’ve preferred staying there, reality had a nasty habit of reminding kings that paperwork never completed itself. The attack during the tournament had left us behind on nearly everything, and every day seemed to bring another stack of reports waiting to be signed. I settled into my chair while Raiden claimed his own beside me. Neither of us said much. Folders opened. Pages turned. Pens scratched across paper. Every few minutes I’d glance at another report, only to realize I hadn’t absorbed a single word. My thoughts wandered somewhere else entirely. Traci. I smiled without meaning to. No matter how many reports I opened, my mind drifted back to the gym. She’d walked in there without the slightest intention of showing off. She simply watched, corrected mistakes, demonstrated techniques, and somehow managed to make every warrior in the room feel like they mattere