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he finally said, his voice quiet, “Veronica is the queen now. Until the elders pass their judgment on what is going to happen with her, I don’t want to address this or even look into the possibility of her supposed betrayal, as you claim.” I shook my head. “You can’t let her keep having her way. That woman is the queen of lies. She’s dangerous. And I’m a hundred percent sure that she’s the one who leaked the secrets to that Fabian guy Simon mentioned last night. She destroyed everything and pinned it all on me. What a witch!” At the mention of Fabian’s name, I noticed that Lucas' expression turned deadly serious. “Fabian? What do you know about him?”

She had insisted we were mates a few other times, but I just blew her off as meaning because we were mated and marked. Even then, how could I have known?! Lycan’s hadn’t been seen or heard from in nearly two decades. I pulled an old and dusty book titled, ‘Lycan Anatomy Basics’. JACKPOT! I flipped the book open and began to read the old, yellowing, crinkled and tattered pages of the book starting with the differences between lycans and werewolves. According to the book, lycans were ten times stronger than the average wolf and were able to outrun wolves without difficulty. Their senses were additionally heightened but no one can genuinely measure exactly how much more they are heightened.

All around her, warriors fought - wolves, men, creatures she couldn’t name. And in the center of it all stood a woman. Not just any woman. Nicola’s breath caught. The woman had her face. No. Not quite. The same high cheekbones. The same dark hair. But the eyes… the eyes were older, filled with something both terrifying and unbreakable. The First Lycan Queen. Nicola felt herself being pulled toward the vision, as if stepping into a memory that was not her own. The Queen was covered in blood, her body battered, but she stood tall. In her hand was a dagger, its blade dripping red as she faced an opponent cloaked in shadows.

“The late Lycan is dead. We’re closer now than we’ve ever been. We must remain focused on our goal.” “We are.” The woman spoke again. “First public discrediting then we’ll weaken him and finally, he can go join his father in hell.” Hunt. I almost gasped aloud as my knees lost strength. These people were planning to kill Hunter. “And the Queen won’t be a problem?” The first voice asked again. “What trouble can a spoiled princess bring?” The woman chuckled. “Not to worry. If she and the Lycan seem to grow closer… “ Her voice broke. And for a minute, my heart jolted as I strained my ears to hear the rest of their plan.

Lucian’s voice cut through the stillness. “Let this summit bear witness,” he said, his tone carrying across every corner of the hall. Aurelia felt it again his hand brushing hers, not gripping, not forcing. Choosing. Standing with her. The balance of power had shifted and everyone knew it. The silence breaks. The tension snaps and before anyone can challenge it Lucian steps forward. His voice echoes through the summit, cold and absolute: “Aurelia Nightbane…” A pause. The entire world holding its breath. “…will stand as Queen Candidate of the Lycan throne.”

“Forgive the intrusion, but the news is dire.” The Queen of the Lycans,queen Varka slowly rose from her throne. Just as the moon goddess was superior over the wolves,so was she to the Lycans. She stood tall, graceful, and terrifyingly beautiful, her silver-white hair spilled down her back like waterfalls. Her eyes—those same mercurial eyes her sons inherited gleamed like storm-forged steel. She was old, yes,but not in appearance. She still looked like a woman in her twenties.

“Your Majesty, you are a guest here. A honoured one, but still a guest. Red Moon matters must be handled with care.” Caleb took one step forward, and the air changed. The lamps along the wall flickered. “I am also the Lycan King,” he said. “And I will say this once where every listening ear can carry it properly. If another wolf touches Alexander Grey, traps him, harms him, or uses rank to corner him, I will treat it as an attack on me.” A sharp breath passed through the wolves watching from nearby corners. Rowan’s face did not change, but Alexander saw his fingers tighten around the edge of his robe.

In as much as I had been brought back to this dungeon to be with the women I was initially with, I still didn't want to be a center of attraction or someone who would be answer questions that I didn't feel quite comfortable with answering. "The Lycan king must die," Lydia raised her voice as she looked at Tila in the face. "I watched him throw my mother on the floor, kick her hard on the stomach and called her a whole for giving birth to a stubborn child like me. Indeed! The Lycan king must die!" The voices of the women including Lydia grew quiet as Gord came back with three warriors and flames of torch that made me wonder if they were considering the option of burning us alive because of th

The blade dug deeper into my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck. A low growl rumbled from Ronan’s chest, and the rogues glanced at each other with unease. “Now kneel,” the rogue leader ordered, but my husband didn't move, and he cautiously started to approach. “I said kneel, or I'll kill her!” he growled. Ronan would never kneel, he is the lycan king, and kings don't bow to anyone. It's either he'd let them kill me or tear them all apart, but he did something I didn't expect.

She lifted her sword, the steel glinting in the morning sun. “Our strength has never come from a throne. It comes from us. From the warriors who fight, from the people who endure, from the kingdom that will not kneel.” A roar of approval erupted from the ranks. She met Aedric’s gaze. “Are you ready?” He smirked, his own blade drawn. “Always.” Lillian turned her horse toward the horizon. “Then we ride.” And with that, the Queen of the Lycans led her army into battle.