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However, she was a woman, and the barbarians had never had a female ruler. Under those circumstances, there had to be a way to prove Princess Yanna's eligibility for the throne. "Awoo!" The wolf leader's gaze landed onto Princess Yanna as he let out a series of howls before getting down onto its front paws, bowing down to her. It was an act of gratitude from the Wolfires to their savior. "Awoo, awoo…" All at once, the other Wolfires proceeded to bow toward Princess Yanna as well. Whoa!

He understood that I was conversing with my wolf. “Alpha Remus, we will have to reject the conditions of the warlocks," I informed him. "The Crown Princess and Xanne are from the same pack and were once best friends. Cissy will never allow us to leave Xanne's two young pups without their mother. I don't want to find out what she'll do when I break this news to her.” “I respect your decision, but what are our options now if the hybrid Princess uses witchcraft?” he inquired with a sense of panic.

So why did I feel so revitalized? There could only be one answer to this. "Silus!" I called my wolf out in my head but his reply was sluggish. This shouldn't be, but I had a secret. One I'd kept with me for 26 years, since I discovered at age four that my wolf and I were not one. Unlike everyone else who lived with their wolves as their other half, Silus was a separate half who often raised conflict and to avoid losing my position as crown prince and eventually alpha of the pack, we came to an agreement.

I trailed off. “I understand. Maybe you could summon me again, soon?” “Of course! Thanks for being the friend I needed.” I hugged him before I commanded the room to send him home. What a day! • • • *3 days later in the Elf Realm* So Evie announced me as the Princess of the realm and there was a little chaos, as expected. They didn’t accept me because I was part werewolf but the majority didn’t argue because for one: it’s the Queen’s wishes so duh & for two, I was a kid— I’m harmless!

“I don’t want to be ridiculed, Rihanna. I am a silver wolf. A goddamn silver wolf. Don’t you see they don’t know. If they know, they’d make you stay but enslave you, do you want that?” Realization hit me. My pack had forgotten I was a silver wolf or else they wouldn’t reject me. I wiped off my streaming tears. “I was only nice to you because I pitied you, Rih. I, Prince Chris Wayne, reject you, Rihanna Sam, as my mate. I’m sorry, may the moon goddess help you.” The whispers increased and I saw Princess Vanessa’s head from a window. She had a smirk on. Some pack members had smirks on too.

I shake my head. “ Mom says he’s promised to Keira.” “We both know that means nothing; she turns 18 in two weeks. What if you are?’ “ I’ll reject him,” I reply with no hesitation. They look at each other. “If you’re his mate, a witch can’t reject a wolf,” Iris responds nervously. “ What?” My heart drops; why can’t I reject him? “ Your mom didn’t tell you? He can reject you, but you can’t reject him. A witch cursed the wolves a couple of centuries ago, so the moon goddess retaliated with her own cure.’ Cassie explains

"The only thing nature decreed for you, Derek, is a lack of survival instincts. If the heavens matched me with a coward who hides behind bone-masked witches, I would tear my own throat out." Kaelen stepped up beside me, his arm brushing against my shoulder. The heat radiating from him melted the remaining gray frost on the floor. "If he were your fated mate, Princess, his scent wouldn't make your inner wolf want to vomit. Let the High Shaman a real one, this time verify his claims at the next assembly."

A spark shot through me, like electricity, but comforting. I stroked his side, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. Tears pricked my eyes. This was real. He was real. And the connection... it felt right, even if it terrified me. "You're... beautiful," I murmured, my voice breaking. Fascination overrode the fear. I leaned closer, my hand lingering on his neck. But suddenly, the wolf stepped back, shaking his head. Fur receded, bones cracked again in reverse. The shift happened faster this time, his body contorting back to human form.

His voice echoed in the clearing and Luca rejoiced in the pain in his growl. “You can’t be her true mate. She is a princess and you’re the Alpha of a-” before he could finish his words, I squeezed his neck to the extent that he couldn’t speak at all with his filthy mouth. “Yield or you might say goodbye to the world and it would be good for our community to lose a werewolf who doesn’t respect the Moon Goddess's decision and the decision of a female wolf who refused your offer of an arranged marriage.” He slowly moved his hands in the air and mumbled in a low whisper, “I yield.”

“Exactly. The traitors stole her from her mother’s uterus and raised her as their own. We couldn’t care less about finding out what went through their minds. We care about the future of our kind. This lady here is our lost princess, and she will ascend the throne whether you like it or not. Submit to her, or refuse, it’s your choice.” I remained silent, watching the changes occurring on his face as the rather uneventful day changed its course. I doubted that he would willingly submit to me, the one who beat his daughter at the duel. Even if he did, I knew I should be careful about him. “But if you refuse, remember this,” Alfred spoke again before Gerret could get over his state of shock. “Y