Novelas y relatos de Matriarchal

Her eyes were black—pure, consuming void. The Crimson Matriarch. “Moonborn,” she intoned, her voice a song wrapped in rust and flame. “The blood sings again.” Selene bowed slightly. “You sent for me.” “I felt the children breach the veil,” the Matriarch said. “They tore the fabric of balance wide open with their birth. You have awakened something… ancient.” Kael stepped closer, instinctively protective. “They’re infants.” “They are catalysts,” she corrected. --- Inside the spire, it was warm and pulsing—like being inside a living heart.

It was a woman with ivory skin and hair like spun glass—the Original Matriarch. The "Forbidden Love" hadn't ended the war. it had merely invited the real owners of the world to the table. Watch out for the next Chapter

"So you murdered his mate. How did her life make him anymore powerful? How did it change anything? All you did was drive him mad." Father growled, glaring at me. "It wasn't my choice, I wasn't even alive then. But this is the truth of your ancestors and you must accept it." "And what about me? Is that why you were so against me mating with Alexandra?" Before I'd thought it was because she had been born out of wedlock. But my mother herself had been from a small pack village in the south, yet he accepted her as his mate. So my assumption didn't make much sense now.

Either ending would be a magnificent sight. But I didn't know any of this yet. Among those Alphas about to arrive, there was one who had smelled my mother's pheromones three years ago. There was one who knew what truly happened behind the iron doors of the dungeons on the night the Ancient Royal bloodline was wiped out. And there was another—his family had guarded a secret about the Primal Matriarch for generations. A secret so filthy it had been carved out of every history book. The prophecy never said a *living* Primal Matriarch would end the civil war. It only said she would appear. And her appearance would bring an end.

"Who, Rage? Who could be bigger than your father?" Rage looked at her, his eyes clear and terrified. "The Matriarch," he whispered. "My mother. She’s not dead, Sabi. And she’s the one who started the 'Golden Blood' project in the first place."

"Are you asking if I don't fit the Alpha mold because I’m..." I blink, the realization hitting me. "No!" I say, genuinely surprised. I hadn't been thinking about his orientation at all. "Not even a little bit. But... that’s where your mind jumped. Is that the reason?" Julian shakes his head ruefully. "No. It’s just... in this world, lineage is the only currency. You marry, you sire heirs, you expand the territory. But," he looks me in the eye, "it’s statistically impossible that I’m the only heir in the Syndicate with... specific inclinations. Different preferences."