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After our wedding, we'd headed straight to Santorini for our honeymoon instead of having the ceremony first. Still, he'd shown up at my home unannounced. I sighed, trying to keep my irritation in check, resisting the urge to rub my temples. Being Alpha meant your life wasn't truly your own. There was always a list of duties, expectations, decisions, all dictating how you should lead, how you should love, how you should live. "I don't want to turn her." My voice was calm. "Besides, you know what a Lycan's bite can do. Not everyone survives it. I doubt she would."

She asked, "Playing?" "No, we haven't been playing," I said to her, "for some reason, I don't think she's ready for marriage. I don't even think she's ready to be claimed by me." "You're a Lycan now, right?" She asked me. "Yes, my queen." "And the Alpha of the Maelstrom kingdom as well, right?" "That's correct, my queen." "Then why is it difficult for you to make a move at a lady whom you've spent a good time of your life getting close with?" She asked.

“I hate a mate, Allister. You know this.” Allister gave me a menacing look and I knew then I had made a mistake. He stood up and got into my face. Not putting his hands on me unlike usual. “That pathetic mutt is not your mate, Seraphina. I am. You are to be my Queen. I am the Lycan King and what I say supersedes any alpha.” This couldn’t be happening. Lycans were in fairy tales. They weren’t real. Yes in fairy tales they had the power to make the decision to mark whom ever they wanted. Even those who were marked. But they had to have good reason in order for the mark to take.

I snarl, but she doesn’t flinch or move. “Miles…it’s taking a chosen mate or losing your title as alpha.” She keeps on explaining. Frustration bolts through my veins and I push myself off the bed, closing the distance between us and I stop right in front of her. “I am the Lycan Alpha, no one will take my place.” I seethe and my mother steps back, shaking her head. “The elders won’t let you rule.” , “Then I will kill them! No one is taking my place!” I bellow, slamming the door shut and she flinches at the loud bang behind her.

“I think you saw the end of this world and not the beginning of the next, and if you kept watching, you would have seen the rise of the Lycan.” Pria’s jaw hits her chest. “She’s playing Alfred,” I quickly say through the mind link, and to the Alpha’s credit she doesn’t even blink. “You’ve lost your fucking mind,” she says. “But you are my Queen and I must follow you.” “Yep,” Lyric says and laces her fingers behind her head, stretching her legs out in front of her. “Them’s the rules.” Haldor is red in the face - with anger or amusement, I can’t tell - and Dexter is hiding a grin behind his fist.

Bryce. "I'm the next Alpha King. I'm not supposed to be taking this nonsense especially from a whore. What is wrong with that picture? You're Queen Luna. Proudly selected by the Goddess, and the last lycan. Fix this mess." I paced in my grandma's office. I couldn't take this anymore. Things were getting out of hand, and for what? I wasn't going to let one of my pack members die, and sacrifice themselves because they thought they had no other choice.

The witch followed closely behind. "I understand that you have something to tell us, headmaster," I said after a beat, and he nodded. "Yes, your highness," he said, earning the attention of all. "I received word from Alpha Dexter of the Luna Queen situation and did some research." My ears perked at his words, as did everyone else's. "And what did you find?" I prompted, eager to hear. "A Lycan's heat process is not the same as a regular wolf's," he started, surprising us all.

“What if this is her way of giving you another chance? With me.” The tension between us crackled. The pull, the scent, the bond—goddess, it wasn’t fair. First, she mates me to the Alpha King. Then the Lycan King. And now, his Beta? Is this some twisted joke? I laughed bitterly. “Do you even realize I’m about to be the next Luna of this pack?” I glanced at the table, then the door, and back at Callan. “Sever the bond, Callan,” I said firmly, stepping back.

“You know her condition. That herb can help her. Can’t you just—” “No.” Dylan stared at me, his eyes growing colder. “Where would you go without me?” he said suddenly, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Who’s going to want a she-wolf another Alpha has already claimed, even temporarily?” He stepped closer, his Alpha aura pressing down on me. I bit the inside of my cheek, hard, using the pain to resist his Alpha command. I sneered, “Don’t think you can control me.” I shoved him away and turned toward the door.