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Either way, they pretended like everything was okay. However, when her tea cup was already half-full, Lady Athena broke the silence. “Actually… I came here to ask if the news I received was indeed correct.” With a weak smile, she asked, “Is it true that three days from now, you will be crowned empress instead of Lady Serena?” It was only that time did Emery get to recall what Emperor Claus just told her that afternoon. As far as she remembered, he told her about fighting against his court to make her his wife.

I said, seeing the skepticism on their faces. I know many people disagree with what I am going to do, but I also know Xymyx just wants everything to be okay, and I do not want him to hold a grudge against me. When I lifted the crown, it became clear that it was emitting colors. “This crown that name by me to pass on to the new queen of the Myxious Kingdom,” I said, placing it on Xymyx’s head, and it lit up.

he added, I lowered my head in shame on his behalf. “Alright alpha, let’s focus on the deal at hand,” I said trying to maintain seriousness. “Fine, then we finish our discussion in the kitchen, on the counter, with your legs wrapped around my waist.” “Alright,” I cut him off, not wanting to hear anymore of his sweet, dirty words. The coronation ceremony finished in a bit. Ronald was crowned King, and if I could say, the crown looked like it was made for him; it suits him perfectly. Ronald stood on the podium, his gaze raised high, it was time for him for give his speech.

The coronation day dawned bright and still, as if even nature itself paused to witness this pivotal moment in history. My reflection in the ornate mirror shimmered with threads of gold and crimson, the ceremonial robes of the Lycan Queen wrapping around me like destiny itself made manifest. The silver circlet gleamed atop my brow not ostentatious, but elegant in its simplicity, a subtle reminder that though I wore the crown with pride, it had been forged in blood, loss, and the kind of sacrifice that leaves permanent marks on the soul.

My heart sinks. “But,” he continues, “I know this” He steps closer. “I felt something break when you left,” he says. “And something steady when you returned.” He exhales sharply. “That cannot be ignored.” Hope blooms painfully in my chest. “In two days,” he says, voice firm, controlled, “there will be a crowning ceremony.” My breath catches. “You will be crowned Luna of the Red Moon Pack,” he declares. “Officially.” I stare at him. “You’ll make me your Luna?” I whisper.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and, amid her frightened screams, quickly snipped it into a ruined mess. She shrieked, "My hair!" I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Didn't you say you wanted to ruin my face earlier? To the point that no werewolf will ever look in my way again?" Julia's eyes snapped wide as color faded from her face. She tried to scramble back in terror. I took the crown box and opened it slowly right in front of her. The silver crown glittered under the lights, a cruel contrast to how disheveled and pathetic she looked.

The hall exploded with cheers as they began to proclaim my new title “All hail Luna Olivia!” “You may rise.” Alpha mateo said calmly and I finally did. The crown fitted perfectly and it made me smile. I never dreamt of being a Luna but today I was crowned. Confidence swelled in my chest as I starred at the crowd in front of me. They all stood and surprisingly bowed to me. Everyone of them. The Alpha's, Betas, the elders, Luna Diana, everyone “they await your word Luna.” Elder rheghar said behind me. My word?

"Once the proud, untouchable Alpha Heir is legally stripped of her Vanguard alliance... once she steps onto the sacred, neutral territory of the summit grounds, Kaelen loses his legal right to defend her. She becomes a stateless, unprotected rogue." I leaned forward over the table, my voice dropping into a lethal, finalized hiss. "She thinks she is completely untouchable because she wears a Luna's heavy crown. But my elite assassins will already be embedded deep in the neutral shadows. They will slaughter her like a helpless sheep right there on the sacred stones, while her feral husband is legally forced to sit and watch. And when her blood pools on the floor... the continent will have abso

Winston glanced at Louise beside him, his expression soft, then continued, "While we're here, I have more good news to share. Louise and I will be getting married very soon." The applause grew louder, mixed with cheers and congratulations. Winston's gaze swept through the crowd and landed right on me. "Now, I'd like to invite Louise's brother, and my best friend, Sam, to come up and say a few words." All eyes turned to me at once. I walked up to the stage, steady and unhurried, and took the microphone. "Good evening. I'm Sam, the current head of the Andersons." I paused on purpose, my gaze sliding over the two of them standing side by side. Winston's smile faltered slightly, as though he cou

The engagement ceremony Sebastian orchestrated for me was held at St. Mary’s Cathedral, the most august landmark in the city. White roses carpeted the streets for miles, every petal steeped in the sweet fragrance of absolute power. I wore a bespoke, hand-stitched lace gown, its voluminous train borne by six bridesmaids. Sebastian stood at the altar, his gaze fixed on me with unashamed fervor and devotion. Just as the priest was about to administer the vows, the heavy oak doors of the cathedral were flung open.