Novel & Cerita I Will Be The Matriarch

Though he still harbored resentment and dissatisfaction towards Robert Krisnov. Marcos Cole, the head monarch of the family, was a very prideful, unforgiving man. It said his wife perished years ago, a year after Evangeline's mother died. Beatrix couldn't handle the devastation at knowing her only daughter died. But even so, because Marcos already disowned Emerald, he didn't budge after knowing his daughter was dead. And even after his wife died, he remained unfeeling and indifferent still. "I hope you served delicacies that can satisfy my palate." Evangeline strode into the open kitchen, hips swaying.

I demanded, my voice cutting through the quiet room like a blade. The woman let out a low, musical laugh, walking slowly toward the center of the room where the firelight illuminated her face. "Do they not teach you family history on your little island, Evelyn? I am Elena Vance. Your late father’s older sister—and the true matriarch of the global syndicate." My mind reeled. "Aunt Elena? But... police records... everyone believed you died in Europe thirty years ago!"

Wren's gaze lifts past her, toward the tree line where a massive white shape still rests among the pines, patient, ancient, watching this whole exchange unfold with eyes that have already outlasted one empire this week alone. "Now you carry a message back to Lord Hector yourself, Emissary." Her voice drops into something final and unshakable. "Tell him the Matriarch of the Blue Ridge doesn't answer empty scrolls with war." She holds Sandra's gaze steady. "She answers them by inviting him to try that trick to her face instead of hiding behind his own emissary's ignorance."

They walked together across the hall, weaving between clusters of guests until they reached the grand buffet table The matriarch clasped her hands neatly behind her back and turned to face her. “Tell me, my dear,” she began, “do you know who I am?” Cassandra blinked. What kind of question was that? She shifted uneasily, her throat suddenly dry. “I… I’m not sure,” she admitted softly. The woman inclined her head with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You may call me Madam Matilda. I am the matriarch of the female members of Nordau Bloc.”

She reached up, placing her elegant hands over Mwajuma’s massive ones. "No, my fierce Earth-Breaker," Zuri whispered, a tragic, brave smile touching her lips. "I cannot let you do that. The Matriarch’s work is necessary for our survival. If you kill it before the extraction is complete, the wards will weaken. I am the Captain of the Vanguard. I must bear the sounds of our safety." "You shouldn't have to carry it alone," Mwajuma insisted, her heart aching for Zuri’s fabricated nobility.

Damien interrupted, his tone sharp and decisive. "Inappropriate?!" The matriarch slammed her hand against the mattress, her fury exploding. "Is it only 'appropriate' if you parade that Aurora girl around and force me to acknowledge her at my 80th birthday celebration?! Aurora and Diana think they can pull whatever strings they want because they have you and your father completely whipped! Tell them they can dream on!" She pointed a shaking finger at him. "If you want me to live to see another two years, you had best keep that woman away from me! I will never accept her!"

"And If my Mum is bad and evil, what do you expect from her son? Like Mum, like son right?" Alpha Marcus said and smirked. "You are different Marcus. You have a better heart than Mum." Edward said, almost like a whisper. "Hahaha…you even concur with it. You believe that my mum is the evil one and the witch here. What do you have to say about your own god damn mother? If she wasn't clinging around someone else's husband then all this wouldn't have happened. You shouldn't have been right here with me." Alpha Marcus said, pressing his lips together in a pain like manner.

I chuckled when she pinched my arms and then my side. "Your eighteenth birthday is coming in a few days, and after that, we will wait for the full moon before we complete the mating. But before that, we will celebrate your coronation. When my parents return, talk to them about your coronation as my princess. " "It is needed? " "Of course. My mother also celebrated her coronation as a Queen. And I will introduce you to everyone as my beloved mate." "Okay. " She smiled. "Let's eat breakfast. I'm sure Mira, Bobby, and Brent are already in the castle. "

"No. He mostly stayed away. Watched from a distance. The few times he spoke, it was just commands or warnings." "Yet here you are," Elder Maren said. "Learning our most sacred magic. Bonding with our guardian beasts. Positioned perfectly to betray us if the Alpha King comes searching." "If he comes searching, I'll deal with it." Winter met each Council member's gaze. "But I'm not working for him. I'm not working for anyone. I'm just trying to survive and figure out what I am." Silence filled the chamber. Heavy and assessing. "Your mother vouches for you," the eldest witch said finally. "As does Levi. And Alice Riversong. That carries weight."

Alone but not alone. Here she didn’t have to look forward to her future, the vast unknown kept at bay. The tall trees stood strong like silent guardians to protect her. Neither did she have to worry about being the new draco King’s fated mate. That was something else she didn’t understand. What was a mate? What did that mean? Was that why people were so angry with her when she killed his father, the Elder?