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"That's my son's mate and my daughter. I'm well pleased with her. She will become your queen and lead you as I do, she announces. "I, Mia Blake Jones, hereby declare Anne Hill as the queen of the Lycans. I was shocked. I looked at my mate's faces. They were shocked as well. I slowly look at the Lycan king's face. It has nothing to write home about. He looks so surprised and angry. The queen gently took my hand and led me to the front. She removes her crown and places it on my head. "From today, she shall be your queen. You must protect her from evil beings. Loved and sworn your loyalty to your queen," she declares openly.

The moon was even more bright in the sky, and the howl was transformed into the chorus of howls of lycans all over the wood, all calling to the Moon Goddess. I felt my body begin to shift, my senses becoming keener, and my strength and agility were improving. I screamed with the rest, and I could feel the strength of the goddess flowing in my blood. The rogue lycans could not stand before me now, and I was prepared to fight a battle with fresh energies and power. I was just about ready to charge forward when a dark individual came out of the trees. Tobias Richfield was the strong and dreadful king of the lycans in his lycan form, and a pack of his most reliable subordinates accompanied him.

I smiled, cold and royal and nothing like the girl he rejected. “War begins at dawn,” I mouthed back. Because it does. For Elias. For my crown. For the five years I spent learning that ‘wolfless’ doesn’t mean ‘powerless.’ It means ‘Lycan.’ And the Lycan Queen has returned.

I remarked, rising from my seat and circling the table to stand before Alpha Killian, my gaze locking on him. Fear flickered in his eyes, swiftly masked by false confidence. Intriguing. “Have you ever heard of the Lycan King?” I inquired, my tone low and measured. “And what's your name?” “They don't exist; it's folklore. I'm Alpha Killian,” he retorted, meeting my gaze head-on.

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.

, I say as my feet move forward, rendering Lycan to take steps behind. “But I can't. She is the queen, and only she can decide the punishment after she gets up.” I move forward, as she takes a few steps back hitting her back on the wall. I slam my fist beside her head on the wall, and she takes in a deep breath, “Never tell me to leave her, never. I don't trust anyone around her. I am her ….”, my voice trails as my senses burst into me. Lycan’s head dips between us, her fists clenched over my chest, her eyes closed, as she whimpers in front of me.

I ask once I notice her frown. "I'm sad," She sighs, "Anaiah doesn't want to be my friend and was only using me to get this location, can you imagine?" She pouts, fixing her dress and sitting on the bed. Anaiah is the Queen of Lycans and is popular in the supernatural realm because of her story, her and her kind work, plus she's the first werewolf Queen. She is usually a topic of interest in the papers and gatherings. "Of course, she wants to find you guys. All you do is attack her people," I tell her sharply, and she squints her eyes,

Kelissa insisted, her eyes showing some onyx shades despite her parents’ surprised looks when Greg mentioned things that were not discussed with any advisor. Greg raised his eyebrows at the heiress’s interruption, and reminded himself that he was going to be there for only another few more minutes at most. The Duke gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, “If you read the news properly, Kylton, you’d know that she is one of us now. She’s a Lycan. She’s the Lycan Queen.” At that very moment, the door fell off its hinges as it burst open.

His voice cracked slightly at the end. Olinda folded her arms, the movement small but fierce. “Because the Lycan queen power is different. The aura she gives off—if Vincent is right about the Laida reincarnation—it’s not ordinary.” Her eyes narrowed. “It resonates at a frequency only a Lycan of that old line can feel. She’s the lock to a door most of us are too frightened to even think about opening.” She let out a quiet, steadying breath. “And that is precisely why everyone wants him dead. Because if he succeeds—if the Lycan king crowns himself with a mate like that—he would be unstoppable.”

Their laughter grows louder, though flashes of anger ignite in their eyes. “Soon enough, you’ll learn what reality feels like,” Esmeralda sneers, twirling a strand of her black hair around her finger. Then she points toward Queen Nerissa’s chamber, glowing dimly above us. “The man who lies in our beds belongs only to Queen Nerissa. He is a Lycan king with many concubines, but no matter what, there has always been only one queen in his heart.” Their words slap me again and again until there’s no air left in my lungs.