Matriarchy 소설 & 이야기

I felt Zee’s happiness. Vell took a sip of his tea, and cleared his throat. “Many centuries ago, when I was still a pup in the old world; the neighboring pack was a matriarchal pack, meaning a female was Alpha. A daughter could inherit as well.” Vell paused to take another sip. At his well-advanced age, words usually came out at a sporadic pace. Instinctively, we all drank at the same time. Like Karangicliffs. You got that right, Zee.

"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."

"Why is it getting stronger?" Mira gestured for me to sit in the middle of a circle she'd drawn on the floor. "Because you finally stopped fighting it. You stopped being afraid of what you are." "And what am I, exactly?" I asked, though I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer. "Something that hasn't existed for over a thousand years," she responded. "A true Pack Mother." "A what?" "In the old days, before the packs scattered and became territorial, there were wolves who could see and control all the ties between every member of the community. They could unite entire regions under one peaceful rule."

If it was, winning her over would be an uphill battle. "Not at all," Mona said, seeing right through his thoughts. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "But our village is matriarchal. Especially the priestess. She's highly respected and—" she paused for dramatic effect "—allowed to have multiple men." Frank's eyes went wide as his jaw tightened. "What do you mean ‘multiple men'?" he demanded, teeth clenched. "Mona, are you seriously considering that? Who else do you want? Cliff?" His obvious jealousy, masked under a forced scowl, nearly made Mona laugh out loud.

No one wanted to look like squabbling monsters in comparison to our peaceful, powerful counterparts. One major difference between the Lycan and the werewolves was that the Lycan were matriarchal. Instead of a Luna, submissive partner to my Alphas, I was a Queen, with Alpha consorts. And I learned from my Aunt and my many new cousins that I was, eventually, expected to choose more bondmates. Polyandry was common, even expected, for the more powerful Lycan. And my mother had been convicted that I would turn out to be one of the most powerful of all our kin. I don’t know if she was right, but I suppose someday I’ll learn.

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.

"Long ago, before the Iron King, before even the First War, this valley had its own rulers. They were called the Star Lords. Seven families, seven points on the star. They kept the valley safe for three hundred years." "I have never heard of them," Thomas said. "No one has, because the Iron King made sure we forgot." Maren's voice got hard. "When his grandfather conquered the valley, he killed every Star Lord. Or he thought he did. One family escaped. The youngest daughter, only a baby, was carried away in the night by a servant. She was never found." My mouth felt dry. "How old would she be now?" "About forty-five years old," Maren said. "She would have a son by now, perhaps. Or a daughter.

“What do you think they were doing?” “The elders are three sisters. Their father was a radical and raised them to be purists. You know fox only breed with fox, wolf with wolf, and so on. They were trying to create a pure bred den and lead something like a royal line or elite line. Now the sisters couldn’t have kits for one reason or another. So, they pushed the idea out into the den. When they took over their position, they stopped welcoming others into the council and the others died off slowly, leaving just them in control. They controlled everything. In the last ten years or so they only allowed arranged matings they put together. It was gross because the men would work out among themselv

[Mature Content] The Elders and some of the older Alpha's in the Kingdom were nothing if not set in their ways. There had been very few Alpha Females that ascended to take the throne in the past couple of centuries and even when they had done, their mate tended to take on a more active role, whilst they focused on the upbringing of their children. The male-dominated hierarchy had frustrated Ann immensely over the years as the misogyny in some packs still ran rampant with little advancement in the class system or social equality over the years.

He then announced Eva as his heir and made her the Matriarch of Grande coven. Actually Grande coven was always a matriarchal formation. There was no patriarchal rule , because the first lord of Grande coven was a lady. She was Duke of land in her time and stayed unmarried for a long time. Unfortunately after getting married, she died after giving birth to her son. In respect of his mother's name, the son made a rule. The lords of Grande coven will be referred to as Matriarch irrespective of genders. That's why even if a man becomes the Lord of Grande coven,he is addressed as Matriarch not as Patriarch.