The Honoured One Mga Nobela at Kwento

“The Steinhart have finally returned to their peak.” I tilted her chin up with two fingers, locking eyes. “She’s the Blessed Luna,” I whispered, voice cracking with reverence. “And she has just had her final awakened.”

She gave me a shy smile that made my heart beat in ways it really wasn’t supposed to. The head table was slowly served by the servants. They each were given a goblet of the ceremonial wine, from the special barrels blessed during the evening, to drink from as they gave their thanks and drank as the pack looked upon their loyalty and devotion. It was simple and beautiful, a reminder that every pack member mattered, every past achievement warranted honour. “For this pack to allow me, Marcus the Baker, this honor, I give thanks,” said a shivering older man. "May the Moon Goddess grant the Alpha and Luna wisdom and strength."

Questo onore è il primo del suo genere e speriamo che non sia l’ultimo, è tempo per noi di abbracciare il futuro, dare il benvenuto al Gran Don Natasha. [I have called you here today to announce the promotion of a new Grand Don. We, the Council of Elders, have decided to bestow this honor to bring peace to all our Families. After all, that is what the Mafia, is, one family working together to support all of us. This honor is the first of its kind and we hope it is not the last, it is time for us to embrace the future, and welcome Grand Don Natasha.]

I will walk in just before they come in, serving as the she-wolf of honor. As the glam team wraps up their final touches, there’s a hushed excitement in the room. The grandmothers and mothers, dabbing at happy tears, are finally satisfied with their makeup retouches and head out, each one beaming. My dad and the grandfathers wait outside to escort them into the ceremony, each looking as proud as if it were their own mating ceremony. Aunt Alice, with Tara and Uncle Carlton by her side, is close behind, ready to make her entrance. I’ll walk just before them, the official “she-wolf of honor,” a title I never thought I’d be so proud of.

“Forgive me to late introduce, I'm Andy. The purpose of my visit is actually I have a question to ask to you, Ma'am. "Yes, what it is?" "Uh, I want to ask the whereabouts Mr. Hans. I've been looking for him for a long time.” “Hans? Why are you looking for him? Sorry I have to ask your business first before telling you-um, Andy.” “It's okay Ma'am, I understand. I am Helen Allen's son, if you remember my mother...” Andy was nervous to tell his Origin, his gaze could not escape observing the expression of Mariana.

They were filled with hatred, and both Sean and Colin growled loudly. “Stupid mutt, you are nothing but a puppet. You think you have the right to call yourself the Beloved One. Why should a mut like you carry the title? There are those more deserving,” he spat at her. Adina looked at him in surprise. That was not the answer she had expected. Of all the answers she thought he might give her, one wasn’t even on the map. “I’m the last of my line. " No one else can carry the title,” she said. Cleatus started laughing, a cold and hollow laugh.

“You remind me of your father, Eliza. Brave. Strong. Loyal. May the Goddess bless your union.” There was silence again. Then cheers. Laughter. A few startled gasps. But all I could hear was the blood in my ears, the rush of adrenaline, and the loud beating of my own heart. When I finally stood and turned to face Alexander, his eyes locked on mine. The depth of emotion I saw there took my breath away. Afterward, the King rose again to give out honors. “Let those who served with honor and bravery step forward,” he declared. Boone, Vivi, Rod, Cynthia and other soldiers moved toward the stage with their heads held high.

All clearly hoping for a chance to dance with the newly-knighted hero. "So Sir Beta Hunter, Protector of realm" Odette said with a slight smile, emphasizing his new title. "Congratulations on your honor. Well deserved." "Thank you, Your Highness," Hunter replied, struggling to his feet with his crutches. "Though I still think it's excessive." "The Royal Pack doesn't give excessive honors," she said firmly. "Trust me on that." There was a moment of awkward silence as Hunter clearly wanted to ask her something but seemed unsure how to proceed. The other she-wolves watched hopefully, waiting for him to make a choice.

She nodded and placed a kiss to his forehead. “I have learned a great deal about you from the heart of your Aunty E. You are an incredibly brave and strong person who also has a pure heart. Despite others trying to hurt and mock you, just as my people did to her, you chose to hold onto love, joy, and happiness. Because of your character, I would like to bestow a very special honor to you. I need you to choose one person who will also receive this honor,” she told him.

Axel mumbled, thinking about years ago when they received a telegram, announcing that Mr Eastoft honourably died fighting for the country. “And so do I,” Daniel added. The late king of Agustus died during the war, and he would forever be remembered as a hero.