Novel & Cerita Chasing The Crown

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

I reached the altar, where the Crown of Lycanthra rested on a velvet cushion. The high elder stepped forward, his voice resonating through the hall. “Today, we witness the coronation of Aiden, who will lead us into a new era. With the Crown of Lycanthra, he will guide our people with strength and wisdom.” He lifted the Crown, placing it gently on my head. I felt a surge of power, of destiny fulfilled. The hall erupted in applause, the sound filling my ears and making my heart race. As the noise died down, the high elder spoke again. “Now, we shall witness the union of Aiden and Lady Chloe, a bond that will strengthen our kingdom.”

And I, Aurora Vance, daughter of the Alpha Prime and heir to the throne of the North, had never been more certain of anything in my life. Some wolves spend their whole lives chasing someone who will never see them. I stopped chasing. And I found everything I had been looking for. THE END

His finger trembled as he pointed at my face. "Victor Wright! Have you thrown basic business sense out the window for a single woman? Fine. If you insist on being this stubborn, someone else will inherit Wright Group! In the end, I traded my position as heir to secure Ashley the sufficient resources she needed. She'd thrown her arms around me that day and sobbed. "I'll prove myself, Victor. I'll show every last Wright that you made the right choice!" And now here was Eddie, telling me that being by my side was too exhausting for her.

I run as fast as I can. When I felt like I was no longer chased by that guy, I lean on a wall and relax. God, why are all of these happening so suddenly? I almost jumped on my feet when I was in a corner by a guy I met earlier. He's leaning closer to me, he smells so nice, it's a mix of mint and smoke. So all this time he's smoking? He's hella stunning! He's so handsome with his thick eyebrows and pointed nose. I must say that he's freaking rich by the watch on his wrist and the way his tuxedo perfectly suits his body. He leans closer to me and smells the side of my lips. My heart is beating so fast.

Had something gone awry? Standing in the crowd, I hesitated to reveal the crown prematurely, intending to leverage it for Harold’s alpha challenge. But the anticipation of Chris noticing it and demanding its retrieval before Harold's intervention unnerved me. What would happen when he recognized me? With each passing moment, my anxiety intensified. I considered concealing the crown temporarily, contemplating hiding it within plain sight in the room's opulence. Suddenly, the king’s voice disrupted the room, proclaiming my uncle’s exile violation and the presentation of a substitute. My heart skipped a beat as guards paraded in, dragging two women in chains. Shock seized me—it was my mother.

His voice carries through the square as he begins the ancient rites. “On this day, before the eyes of our people, under the sky that has watched our kingdom rise and fall for generations, we crown a ruler to guide us.” The words feel distant. My gaze flicks back to the crowd. Scanning. Searching. No Althea. My skin itches under the collar. Something’s wrong. I can feel it. The chancellor turns to me, holding the crown in both hands. It’s gold. Pure. Heavy with history. He lifts it, stepping forward—

I need the job and the last thing I need right now is to be fired just because I didn't pretend to be his fiance. The evening ran smoothly and quickly. After some presentations from famous singers and dance groups, the feast began. An expensive kind of feast that includes some of the most delicious, mouthwatering and succulent dishes cooked by a chef's heart. After that the dance continues and for five minutes, I am left alone in one chair as mister Crown ensures everyone's having a wonderful night. At ten the hosts announce the start of the game called 'treasure hunt'. The kind of game I wasn't expecting adults like us would be included in. Crown hands me a tote bag. I watch him folding his

“To the crown. To Ancnix.” “And what happens when those are no longer the same thing?” Kailee asked. The question lodged deep. Zayden’s hands curled into fists. Fear burned sharp and undeniable — fear of betrayal, fear of being wrong, fear of choosing truth and losing everything he’d been raised to stand for. But beneath it was something worse. Fear that she was right. “I don’t know how to fight the crown,” he admitted. “I don’t even know what that looks like.” Kailee stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Then stop pretending this is nothing. Because every day you wait, the city gets darker. And Elora gets further away.”

Jones glared at the congregation with rage in his eyes. “Bianca! Bianca!” Everyone hails. They were given a specific short surfboard. “What were you saying, Jones? I am gold, every bit of me is made of gold and what can a plastic-minded man do about it? Cry at night?” Celine chuckles. “Heh… everyone is here to watch you whereas they will all watch me win. I will catch the big wave and get back my stolen title.” “Look here, little guy. Im not trying to hurt you but your dream is too big. This island is mine, my mother owns it all giving useless and poor people free accommodation. You should be bowing not looking into my eyes with rage.”