2: Alpha kings

Kane’s POV

I groaned as my brothers tried their best to wake me up. I’m usually a heavy sleeper, and I just wanted to get a bit of rest before we arrived at the Silver Moon Pack, but it seemed like we were there already.

"You better get dressed if you want to be at the party," Keith said, staring down at me.

"Why don’t we just postpone it?" I groaned, sitting up and blinking away the remnants of sleep.

"Don’t answer him," Klaus grumbled, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his hair.

Rolling my eyes, I got up to get ready as well. It was only a few hours before we’d be off to another pack. This life gets exhausting, but being an Alpha King has never been easy.

Standing in front of the grand mirror in our private suite, my brothers and I adjusted the final touches of our matching tailored suits. With our identical features—dark hair styled perfectly, stormy gray eyes holding the same intensity, and smooth olive skin—we were the definition of power.

Of course there is no other like us in the werewolf world.

Despite our striking resemblance, there was something that set each of us apart. Klaus, being the eldest by a few minutes, had a natural, calculated calm.

Keith, the second oldest, had a flicker of mischief in his gaze, while I, the youngest, barely held back the ferocity simmering beneath the surface. And we work together perfectly.

"I'm getting tired of these events. I think we should stop them this year. It's exhausting," I complained, rolling my eyes as we walked toward the ballroom.

It is a boring event that is held for the alpha kings once every year in different packs. We have never being in this pack before. This is our first and it looks like the worst.

"That’s not possible," Klaus answered simply, not even pausing his strides. He’s been dealing with me all his life.

"And why’s that, my king?" I shot back, my tone mocking and annoyed.

"Because this has been a tradition since long before our ancestors. We can’t just end it now. Besides, Mother wouldn’t allow it," Klaus supplied just as we stopped outside the ballroom.

A guard stepped forward, bowed deeply, and opened the door for us. As we entered, the lively chatter in the room died instantly. The air was thick with raw power, commanding respect with each step we took. Heads bowed in submission as we passed toward the stage.

"Rise," we murmured in unison, and the room obeyed.

Every gaze followed us, a mix of admiration and fear in their eyes. It was the first time the Silver Moon Pack had been honored to host us, the Alpha Kings.

The women in the room subtly adjusted their dresses, pushing up their cleavages, hoping to catch our attention, but we paid them no mind. Our focus was unwavering.

"This way, your majesties," Alpha Eliot appeared from the crowd, guiding us to the stage.

With synchronized grace, we ascended the steps to the thrones prepared for us, three grand chairs intricately carved and draped with rich fabric. We took our seats, surveying the room with unreadable expressions.

"What a boring party," I grumbled through the mind-link to my brothers.

"I have to agree with you on that," Keith retorted.

Alpha Eliot approached us with a tray of champagne glasses filled with werewolf brew, bowing deeply as he served us. Klaus leaned forward slightly, his eyes unreadable as his voice carried effortlessly through the room.

"We are pleased to be here," he announced smoothly. "Let the festivities continue."

The room slowly came back to life, but the reverence remained. Eliot, however, soon returned, this time with a woman draped over his arm. Half her cleavage was out in the open, earning a groan from me. Another open invitation.

"Not again with the ass-kissing. I’m bored out of my fucking mind," I complained through the mind-link again, making Klaus block me out.

"Your majesties, I hope the event is to your liking?" Eliot forced a smile, though he looked nervous.

"Very pleasing," Klaus said gruffly at the same time I grit out, "No, it’s fucking boring."

Klaus shot me a dark look, but I just shrugged. What? We’re the leaders here, right?

"Heard you have a nice harem somewhere around here?" Keith asked, trying to ease the tension between us, as always.

Eliot, whose face had been tense, suddenly broke into a proud smile, albeit a cautious one. "With the best collection, your majesty." He beamed, adding, "Would you like to see?"

"Honey, why don’t you show them your new piece? Untouched and innocent but very willing," His mate suggested, clearly offering herself up as well.

"Sure, lead the way," I almost snapped. They were so annoying.

Eliot led us down a long, dimly lit corridor, the air thick with anticipation. We reached a heavy door, which he pushed open to reveal a lavishly decorated room bathed in soft golden light. Plush cushions and silk drapes filled the space, with expensive incense burning in the air.

Inside, women of varying ages lounged, wearing little to nothing. Most were naked, their eyes drawn to us. A hush fell over the room as they adjusted their clothing even lower, desperate for attention.

"These are my prized possessions," Eliot said with a twisted smile, gesturing grandly. "Each one is here to serve and please."

We remained detached, scanning the room with cold, stormy eyes. The women lowered their gazes in respect, but a few couldn’t resist sneaking glances at us.

"You seem proud of your collection," Klaus finally said, pulling his eyes away.

"Yes, your majesty," Eliot replied, bowing his head.

As we turned to leave, the air suddenly shifted. A new scent drifted toward us. It was subtle at first but quickly grew in intensity. It was unlike anything I’d ever encountered—feminine, intoxicating, with wild jasmine and something deeper, primal.

The effect was immediate. My pulse quickened, breath hitching at the sheer allure of the scent. My wolf stirred, clawing at the surface. I exchanged a glance with my brothers, each of us seeing the same reaction mirrored in the other's gaze. A hunger, a need.

She was here. Our mate.