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“We don’t ‘see’ ourselves as anything. We are. There are six guardians chosen by the Moon herself—tasked with protecting the Blessed Luna from any darkness that seeks her.” Lucian frowns. “Six? Where are the rest?” Before Nathan can answer, the front door slams open. Adrian walks in like a damn storm—loud, angry, impossible to ignore. And just seeing his face sets my blood boiling. He’s always had everything handed to him. And now they say he might be the Alpha King? I always thought the tales of the Blessed Luna and the Alpha King were just that—stories. But watching Syra’s tail twitch excitedly at his presence, her entire wolf form practically radiating at his nearness? Yeah. The universe

I motioned him to kneel and he obeyed. "I, Alpha Alexander Adam Auroras, declare you Antonio Erik Auroras, a member of the Northern Lights Pack," I said before I felt his teether to me snap in please by the pack link. I wished there was a way to make him my rightful heir but he wasn't my son by blood, he would have to fight me for it when the time comes. "Now let's go home," I told them. ***** River POV;

I wanted to ask more questions, but I felt he wanted to say more, so I remained silent, suppressing more sobs to come out of my throat. “Adelaine is my guardian. And we crossed the line.” “Guardian?” My forehead creased. “Every ruler of the four kingdoms was given special guardians once they stepped up as Kings. It is a gift from the Lunar World bestowed to rulers of the wolves. Sometimes, these guardians appeared the day they became King, and sometimes, they appeared later in life. I was given it later in life. These guardians were mostly men, but there were times a female was given.” “You were given a female.”

Recognition struck me instantly. The face matched countless statues. Countless carvings. Countless visions. My breath caught. Beside me, Kael froze. Because standing before us was the man history called the Guardian King. Ardyn. The first ruler of the First Kingdom. The founder of everything. And judging by the blood covering his armor……. he had just come from the battle protecting the final seal.

Immediately, Kaelen was at my side. The huge rogue Alpha stepped backward, putting his broad body directly in front of me. He became a solid wall of muscle and steel. Kaelen raised his heavy sword, pointing the sharp tip right at Cillian’s chest. "Don't you dare come close. Stay back!" Kaelen roared, his voice echoing off the rocks. But Cillian did not even look at Kaelen’s sword. He completely ignored the deadly steel pointing at his heart. The great King of the North simply dropped. His knees hit the bloody, freezing snow with a heavy thud. He looked like a shattered and broken man. Tears spilled out of his golden eyes, washing the blood off his pale cheeks.

His snarling beyond the door, had everyone in the bailey backing up. “Looks like he might come through them!” A man in the bailey shouted. Oh, no. My stomach sunk as I watched the door rattle again and boards at the top splintering. Surely not. “Reinforce it!” The wizened Captain of the Guard appeared before directing. “Get the King indoors!” An old man I’d later discover was King George of Enderon Kingdom, guided me through the doors. Gently walking with me tucked under his arm and within his robe.

Chapter 3: Blades and Bonds The crisp northern air carried the promise of coming snow as the days in the Northshield village settled into a steady rhythm of preparation, training, and quiet moments that strengthened the ties between me and the three kings. My life as a captive had transformed into something far more complex—a role that blended duty, desire, and a growing sense of belonging. The brothers—Gunnar, Leif, and Erik—treated me with a balance of commanding authority and surprising tenderness, their presence a constant source of strength amid the gathering storm of conflict with rival clans.

King of the Seven Northern Kingdoms. Alpha King Maximus Northwood.

I hesitated for only a heartbeat before stepping forward. Without a shred of doubt, I reached out and took Alpha Stellan’s hand in mine. His touch was surprisingly warm and soothing. I raised my chin, looking directly into Erik’s eyes. My voice was smooth, like velvet wrapped around a steel blade. “Hail to Alpha Stellan Norgaard—the rightful King of the North.” Erik’s expression shifted in a flash from disbelief to pure, unadulterated rage.

“I’ll be taking her with me to my palace after the Peace Summit concludes. I—” “I don’t think so.” The voice cut through the air like a blade. Everyone in the courtyard gasped. The shock was so thick you could feel it. Who would dare interrupt the King of the South? I looked toward the sound, and my heart nearly stopped again. Standing near one of the center pillars was the King of the North. Valen Aibek. He was leaning against the stone with his arms folded, a slight, dangerous smile playing on his lips. The iciness in his eyes made him look terrifyingly unpredictable, like a man who could kill you on a whim.