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You dare not interrupt her or ask any questions until she is finished. At eighty five, she’d died without a mate or child. Poor Madam Cora. I’d loved her like a mother, but my father had been the one to end her life. 'The moon goddess had chosen the first king after many activities and a war that proved him worthy, and that was the start of the royal Lycan heritage. The royal Lycans can move with the speed of light, and there are rumors that some of them have the power to control the elements of nature,' she’d paused and crossed her hands over her knees, then turned to us.

"A Royal Lycan can save his mate simply by being nearby when its health condition deteriorates. If this is known to others, many will take advantage of it by keeping our mate away before killing us." I nodded in understanding. "No wonder this special ability isn't written in any books." "Please, send my regards to your mate. I will see her as soon as this matter is over, hopefully before your wedding day," the Queen said tearfully. We said our goodbyes that night so she wouldn't get emotional when she saw me off. Although Maddox and his colleagues were suspicious, they wouldn't tell anyone about it. I was sure they would keep our secret.

The pregnant she-wolf didn't understand why her body was submitting to this woman. The council members and the priestess gulped as they could tell what was happening. “He married her, didn't he?” Elder Mackenzie sighed. “So? If she's his mate, then I don’t see the problem,” Elder Beres snickered. “But this isn't how then council do things!” Elder Natasha let out. "To my loyal followers and my friends from near and far," Kanyon greeted. "I present to you, my second-chance mate, my wife, and the queen of Lycania, Jessica Thorton- Coldblood."

The woman was known as the Evil Queen. "Strip him naked, and kill everyone in the Nightshade pack!" Myrene's order made Logan's legs weak. Logan turned around to find all of his people roughly restrained. His eyes widened. He didn't care about the two Lycan soldiers, bent his arms behind his back, forcing him to kneel. "NOOOOO!!! Leave them!!! NO!" He immediately yelled out loudly as the Lycan soldiers swung their claws about to tear the herd apart. He struggled in a kneeling position.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.

“Forgive the intrusion, but the news is dire.” The Queen of the Lycans,queen Varka slowly rose from her throne. Just as the moon goddess was superior over the wolves,so was she to the Lycans. She stood tall, graceful, and terrifyingly beautiful, her silver-white hair spilled down her back like waterfalls. Her eyes—those same mercurial eyes her sons inherited gleamed like storm-forged steel. She was old, yes,but not in appearance. She still looked like a woman in her twenties.

“There are forces here that will not welcome you waking up… but for now… you are safe.” Alexander let out a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling. He looked at the lodge in the distance. He could feel the elders inside, the whispers of the pack, the watching and judging. But for the first time, a small spark of courage lit up inside him. Somewhere in the forest, under the red moon, the strongest omega he had kept hidden for so long had noticed the Lycan King—and felt, perhaps, that he had been noticed in return.

I regarded him coldly. “Who the hell are you?" He cocked his head, obviously amused by ‘whatever I couldn't place my fingers on.’ “I'm Luciano, the Lycan king of Moon pack, and your fated mate!" I had barely processed his words when his arms possessively wrapped around my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. “If you want to be kissed so badly, I should be the right person for that,” he said and before I could reply, he took my lips in a hungry but painful kiss.

The kind that came when facing an opponent who had survived every trap you'd set for her. An opponent who had somehow turned every attempt to destroy her into another reason people rallied behind her. I slid a knife beneath the seal and unfolded the letter. The message was short. Direct. Exactly like her. The Queen of the Lycans requests your presence. That was all. No threats. No conditions. No demands. Just an invitation. My lips curled slightly. Interesting. Very interesting. I read it again. Then a third time. Looking for hidden meanings. Subtle warnings. Anything.

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."