ALPHA'S REGRET, QUEEN'S REVENGE
No Hailey, no Council, no Marissa, Lyna, Logan, or all these meddling fools, or even to that pestering brat Turtela can do a thing about it.
I smoothen my hair and stand up straight. Today is to be Hailey's day—a pompous, over-the-top recoronation of the self-titled Queen of All Species. How ironic. Three years of secrecy, three years of hiding my own children from sight, and for what? To save her feelings? To maintain some delusion of her perfect little regime? No more.
I saunter onto the dais with no invitation or sense of embarrassment. The royal horns wavers and then a soft gasp ripple through the audience. Good. They should look. They should see that I was still king in my own right.