Chapter Four
Ten days later
It was time, everything had been done. Today, Mack was finally going to be crowned the Alpha, words couldn't explain how happy I was, a big party was thrown. The people also seemed happy, at first I feared that I may have to face an angry mob but everyone liked the idea. I felt so proud and happy.
Everyone seemed to be having a nice time, everyone minus Miller. I noticed him sitting down in a corner sipping a glass of wine, I walked over to him and smiled.
"Looks like someone is the Grinch." I joked but he just ignored me.
I frowned. "Look Miller, I know to you this seems crazy, but it's the only way."
"You could have worked harder Azalea, but no, you chose to run away. If you had put that faith you have in him in you, Dear heavens I fear the kind of courage and power you would have. I believed in you Azalea."
I almost teared up while listening to him but I held it in.
"You can't throw away your title just like that."
"Exactly Miller, it's just a title, I'm not running away, I'm still here."
"But he is on the throne and you're not. You're nothing but a submissive Luna to him now."
"Mack is a good man, I just hope you realize that one day. "
"I have never doubted his faith and loyalty, but power changes people Azalea, you may not have everything but I watched you grow, and you know how to control power. "
I scoffed in disbelief. "I can't even control my wolf but I can control power?"
"All you needed was to have faith in yourself. But the deed has been done already. I just hope we all have a happy ending in this."
"We will, don't worry." I smiled and stole his drink.
"Little thief." He laughed.
"Thank you for everything, you are like a parent to me."
"And you are like an annoying daughter I can't wait to get rid of."
"Unfortunately for you, I'm worse than a leech."
"Agreed."
"Now where's my Luna?" Mack walked over to me and kissed my cheek. "Oh hi there Miller." He burped and waved at Miller who slightly bowed to him in return.
"Good evening Alpha."
"Oh calling me that already?" Mack laughed. "Not going to lie, it feels so unreal."
I noticed how silly Mack was acting and I sighed. "You are drunk aren't you?"
"A bit tipsy but I'm fine." He replied and hiccupped. "Alright then, imma leave you two and go have some fun! Alpha rocks!"
Miller raised a brow at me and I smiled awkwardly mouthing to him. "Well, at least he's the fun type."
"Sure, might as well ask the enemies to drink with him and avoid wars from happening, smart move." He mind-linked me.
I rolled my eyes at Miller and turned my attention to Mack who was sitting close to me slightly dozing off, I looked at him but my eyes caught something and I pulled his shirt down by the collar trying to see what it was. I noticed a red bump at the side of his neck and I was shocked. It looked like a hickey, wait what?
I tapped him and started rushing questions at him. "What's that on your neck? Why do you have hickeys on your neck? Mack? Hello?" I could feel myself becoming paranoid.
"Hm, what?" He answered with his eyes still closed.
"Your neck." My teeth gritted. "You have a hickey."
"That was you from yesterday evening, what the fuck Azalea? Have you forgotten? You sucked the shit out of my neck like it was a lollipop."
Oh, that's true.... We spent the past few days together and made out almost every time... Shit can't believe I got worked up for nothing.
"I'm sorry." I apologized. "I overreacted."
"Nah, it's fine." He grinned and tried to get up but failed. "Plus you are going to put a whole lot more later in the night."
I felt very embarrassed when he said that as Miller gasped in disgust.
"Mack, we don't talk about shits like that outside," I said through clenched teeth.
"Right right." He nodded.
Miller stood up and tapped my shoulders. "Knock yourself out, kid."
"Oh, Lord." I groaned and looked over at Mack who had already fallen deep asleep.
The Next Morning.
I woke up to Mack smiling at me, his eyes were still half closed but he was awake.
"Good morning!" I chirped happily.
"Morning." He replied, his voice very deep and tired. "Ah God, my head hurts badly!" He hissed and turned over to the side.
I chucked. "Well, you did party hard last night Alpha Mack."
He turned to look at me with a smile. "Say it again."
"Alpha Mack?"
"It sounds so foreign, to be honest." He sat up and faced me. "It feels somehow unreal."
"I know, but I'm happy because now we are getting 100% official, I can't wait for you to mark me and make me your Luna."
"Soon." He pecked my lips. "Soon don't worry."
"I'm not worried."
"Come on, let's shower and get ready, we have got a long day ahead of us today." He tried to get up but I held his hand pulling him back on the bed.
"Where the fuck are you going?"
"To get dressed Azalea, you also need to. We have things to do."
"They can wait," I said as I strangled him by sitting on top of him slowly kissing his neck.
"It's 8 am and you're horny already?" He laughed.
I smiled sheepishly and batted my lashes innocently as I raised my face. He tilted his head to the side and smiled as he checked his phone.
"What?" I asked as I noticed the smile on his face.
"Nothing, it's just I realized." He flipped us over and he was now on top. "I think we have some minutes to spare." He said as he crashed his lips on mine.
Chapter FiveTwo months Later. It's been two months, two freaking fucking months! I sighed as I sat on my chair with my head hung up staring at the ceiling. Miller is dead. I couldn't help but tear up just thinking about it, he was found dead in his apartment unfortunately it was murder but no one knew who did it. We tried all possible ways to find the killer but we couldn't, no traces, just nothing. Things were just going south, in just two months my life started falling apart. Mack, on the other hand, became different immediately after he was crowned. A few days after the ceremony he changed towards me. He stopped caring, stopped sleeping in the same room with and on top of that, he still hasn't marked me or made me his Luna. Each day I've asked him countless times and he just ignored my question saying 'he is busy?'I tried hard to remain possible but I couldn't. Ever since Miller died I felt so alone and lost, I can't even confide in Ophelia. She is my twin but she is also lik
Chapter 6I felt my body go numb as if my veins were filled with ice. *Pregnant?* My sister, pregnant... carrying Mack's baby? It seemed too good to be true. Perhaps I had misunderstood. Perhaps my thoughts were deceiving me.However, I was aware of the truth deep inside. I heard it. Every word.The pain struck me with the force of a blow to the stomach, leaving me breathless. What possible reasons could have led them to do this? What could have driven *him* to do such a thing?I couldn't remain in that spot anymore. The burden of what I had heard was overwhelming. I spun around and clumsily made my way back to my room, feeling my heart beating rapidly in my chest. My mind was filled with swirling questions, each one more painful than the previous one. What is the reason? How could Mack betray me in such a way? And with Ophelia, of all individuals?I fell onto my bed and buried my face in the pillow, feeling as if the walls of my room were closing in on me. Tears clouded my sight, yet
Chapter 7 Ophelia remained in the poorly lit room, running her fingers along the boundaries of the spellbook placed on the table in front of her. She possessed a peaceful and sharp mind. She had completed the necessary tasks, but now she must guarantee that everything went as planned. There was one final move left to do—and she would require Mack's assistance to achieve it.Mack stepped into the room, feeling the noticeable tension between them following their recent discussion with Azalea. Closing the door softly, he looked at Ophelia's face searching for any emotion. However, as per usual, she was impossible to interpret."What is the reason for summoning me?" Mack inquired quietly. Since Azalea's confrontation, he had hardly gotten any sleep. He felt guilty, but he couldn't allow himself to lose focus at this moment. Not while there was so much on the line.Ophelia kept her gaze downward. "We must discuss Azalea."At the mention of her name, he became rigid. "How about her?"Ophel
Chapter EightFederico walked back and forth in his study, his keen eyes scanning the large room, which was softly lit by the flickering fireplace. He mulled over the recent news he had gotten from Mack's group - a proposal of marriage. Addressing *Azalea.*"Incredible," muttered Federico through gritted teeth, his fists tightly clenched. After years of hard work, he had built up his empire and gained the admiration and intimidation of both Lycans and wolves. Getting married was the least of his concerns, especially to a woman whose family had nothing to bring to the table besides the diminishing status of an old lineage.The large man named Gabe, his most trusted ally, entered through the creaking door. Having been by Federico's side during numerous battles and shady negotiations, Gabe understood the Prince better than anyone else."O Great One," Gabe started, speaking with a quiet and deferential tone. Mack's message was received earlier today. "They're advocating for the marriage p
Chapter Nine Azalea remained seated near the window, gazing at the moonlit forest outside of the pack house. The night was eerily silent, yet her thoughts were far from calm. Recollections of her past vibrant existence replayed continuously, teasing her. Her dreams were once filled with visions of a future where she would find a loving partner, a soulmate who would value her and see her true self, beyond the complexities of family dynamics.However, destiny had different intentions.Her life fell apart like sand slipping through her hand. She lost everything due to a single mistake, a moment of anger and arrogance. Reflecting on the time before the betrayal, she remembered a world brimming with hope. She had always been a little bit of a dreamer, eagerly waiting for her soulmate to show up soon. Azalea had frequently envisioned the instant she would make eye contact with him - her genuine match - and experience the attraction, the connection that linked them. It was the solitary comm
Chapter 10Federico walked confidently through the impressive corridors of his father's palace, with the tall columns and shiny marble floors mirroring his movements. The smell of new polish lingered in the atmosphere, blending with the subtle floral scent coming from the garden in the courtyard. But none of that was important to him. The grandeur of the palace, the symbols of monarchy and authority, seemed empty. He had visited this place so often that he was no longer impressed by it.He gritted his teeth while walking past the portraits of his predecessors, each with a stern look of power as if the burden of royalty had taken away any happiness they once had. It seemed like a caution, a hint of the consequences if he allowed his father to get his way.He was heading towards the throne room, where his father, the Lycan King, was waiting. Federico was aware of what this visit would involve. There would be no courtesies, no friendliness. Purely cold analysis and predictions, as usual.
Chapter 11Federico walked briskly through the thick forest, his mind racing, feeling frustrated like a relentless itch he couldn't relieve. He felt the cool night air on his skin, with only the distant chirping of crickets disturbing the silence. However, he quickly acknowledged that he was not by himself."Without looking, he said 'Maya,' anticipating her arrival before she even spoke. Her quiet, shadow-like movements always caught his attention.Moving ahead, she came out from behind the trees. Maya, the daughter of the king's most trusted advisor, tended to show up when Federico was most cautious. Her black hair flowed over her shoulders, and her eyes, consistently gentle when gazing at him, expressed a blend of worry and another emotion."Did you anticipate my arrival?" she inquired, her voice tinged with sadness but accompanied by a small smile. "I've never been good at being sneaky."Federico eventually shifted his gaze towards her, its intensity softening a bit as he looked at
Chapter 12Azalea angrily returned to her room, breathing heavily, with her hands tightly balled at her sides. Although her crying had ceased, the pain in her chest persisted, throbbing in sync with her heartbeat. The betrayal by her sister, the person who should have supported her, hurt more than any physical injury. How did everything fall apart so quickly?She walked back and forth in her room, her fast and uneven steps matching the storm of thoughts in her mind. Once, she had imagined discovering her soulmate, experiencing love, and finding something genuine. However, everything had now been taken abruptly. She was not given a choice and was treated like a mere piece in a political scheme, a marriage intended to benefit others rather than herself.The door quietly opened with a creak, and a hesitant maid entered, her eyes slightly widening as she observed Azalea's restless pacing."Is that Lady Azalea?" the maid inquired, her voice gentle and slightly unsure as she noted the tense