*25 years ago*It was a stormy night. The stars had hidden their presence and the moon was nowhere in sight.The whole palace was asleep but a storm brew in the king's chambers. His mistress, a slave who worked in the kitchens had delivered a ghastly news.She had brought a child who was well bundled up in a basket and was fast asleep.A childA sonAn alphaThe first fruit of the kingThe future alpha kingThe king looked into the tiny basket and frowned. A disgrace had been born. To think that the slave girl would give birth to a son. There would be utter chaos if the nobles knew.There was no way an illegitimate child could continue his legacy. He was of inferior blood and was born from a mistake."Your majesty please!! he is your son. Please we will live like ghosts. I will ensure he grows up as a servant" The gentle woman pleaded with the king for her son's life to be spared."No!! he would one day grow and wish to claim his right. He is my first child but he cannot have his righ
-Hazel-Looking at myself in the mirror as the maid made a quick work of doing my makeup, I had to admit that I did look very beautiful. I was blessed with very long blonde hair and my eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. I was the exact resemblance of my mother. When anyone sees me, the word the thoughts that come to their minds are I am fragile, weak and naive but that is far from the truth,The fact that I am the only daughter of the duke even makes the matter worse. I am seen as nothing more than a political doll. My family belongs to and heads the aristocratic faction. This means that I would not be able to avoid attention from the nobles. I was born to a family of alphas. All three of my older brothers turned out to be alphas. My dad was an alpha and my mother a pure omega.It is believed that the union of an alpha and omega both of noble blood would result in very strong alpha pups. This was a lot of bull. In nobility, omegas are treated as nothing more than breeding tools. My
-Hazel-Asis gave me a glare as if to remind me to behave. His eyes remained on me and I feel a cold bead of sweat run down my back. Something really unpleasant was about to happen and my freedom could be at steak. But before I let these thoughts plague my mind, I softly smile and slowly place my hand in the crown prince's hand and Asis gives me a look of approval.The crown prince smirks and gives me a soft kiss at the back of my hand. Any other female would have been gushing at the sight of the crown prince fawning over them but I just feel sick.With that, I am escorted down the stairs to the ball room. It may seem like an ordinary grand party but underneath, it is a battle ground for the nobles.Everyone is just looking for the right time to bare their claws and canines. It is a place where the strong prey on the weak.As the crown prince leads me to our table, he puts his left hand on the small of my back. This makes me flinch and a shudder runs through my spine.His touch disgu
,-Hazel-The party ended with a lot of applause and celebration. The crown prince did nothing but parade me all round the ball room.I felt sick as he posted of how will become one of the few alpha king's in history to have an omega as his mate.Was this all I was? Nothing out a tool to be used? I feel so angry that my wolf is about to surface but I need a clear mind to think.If my mind is gone, I will never be able to escape this place.It has been hours since the ball ended and I was alone in my chambers. My mind drifts back to what my father said to me after the ball ended and the guests left."Now!!! Hazel my daughter!!! you have become a useful tool to me and have brought me closer to the throne. I am very happy that your useless mother was able to give me an omega. You must do all that the crown prince asks for you no matter the cost. I will beat you till you are on the brink of death".With that, I was dragged to my chambers and he positioned four guards around my room to trap
-Blue-Mother has taught me that every creature in the world has a story but my own story is not known to me. She has long turned back to the dust of the earth taken by an illness and the truths about my true identity has remained a mystery to me.I know that I am a creature of the moon. A werewolf. I have lived deep within these woods all my life. Lost and forgotten by the rest of the world.I have grown used to hunting and fighting with the creatures of the forest to build my dominance and instill fear. I must do this to survive and I have the scars to prove it.I have become one with the forest and made this my home.However, sometimes I cannot control the thumping of my heart and the pulsing of my veins. My wolf is always angry and vicious. Every fiber of my being is telling me to leave this isolated region. My wolf craves to venture forth into the world and find others like me.I am not ignorant of the civilized world and the horrors that it beholds but I must stay because I am w
-Hazel-The feeling of warmth and the sound of crackles was more than enough to pull me out if my unconscious state.It takes a while for my vision to stabilize as the blurriness was all that I could see.It takes a while but I am finally able to make out forms and appearances.Beside me was a lit fire that was burning nicely.I have no idea where I am. The last thing that I remember is running and running away from home.There is no way that father could have caught me already. I immediately lift my hands and see that I am not bound in any type of way.I lay naked in the ground with some sort of animal skin covering me.What happened to me?I slowly sit up and place my head in my arms trying to remember the happenings that ked me to this place.Well, just sitting here is not going to get me any answers.I ignore the aches and slowly get up from the floor were I was laid.I tie the animal skin round my form and decide to look round the room.From the looks of it, I seem to be in some
-Hazel-The sound of the rock being rolled away from the I am frozen in place and I can tell that I have started to visibly tremble. I grip the handle for the heavy weapon even tighter as I wait for the rock to be completely rolled away from the entrance.The process was slow and I could not handle the thumping in my chest.With every push of the rock, the cave practically trembled and it took every power in me to not cry in sorrow.My heart felt like it was about to escape through my rib cagesBATHUMPBATHUMPBATHUMPWith every time, the outside of the cave became visible, my heart thumped with the anxiety and fear.TchFrom the look of things, Whoever this male is., there is no way that they are not dominant.The male will have more than enough power to be able to tell that I am an omega.I am in grave danger.I feel beads of sweat gather on the side of my face and drips to my chin.zi was very scaredShitDamn my omega weak genes. Well, it dies not matter. I am am not ready to go d
-Bleu-In wolf form, he was able to run even faster and longer ran he would have been able to if he were in his human form.He would have to learn to spend more time in his human form as he had a feeling that that is what his precious female would prefer.Well, he already decided to do anything that she asked of him without a moment of hesitation.He ran and ran till it felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.What is this feeling?Bleu could not describe it but there was nothing that he wanted now more than to quickly return to his mate’s side.He would catch a good prey and prepare for her something to eat.He would wash her and make her new and warm clothes so that she would not get cold when it rained.He would need to work on blocking any holes in the cave so that the snakes and insects would not be able to slither their way through.He had a good look at her body before leaving the cave and he was worried that she would easily get hurt in such a terrain.Her skin
The room was cloaked in an air of hushed anticipation as the Lunari delicately unfurled the parcel, its contents bearing the weight of fate itself. It was a moment she had known would come, a premonition that had settled in the depths of her being long before the package arrived. The letters from the royal capital were like echoes from a distant realm, carrying news that could only mean one thing - the alpha king, the cornerstone of their world, had breathed his last.As she traced the elegant script with her eyes, a solemn understanding washed over her. This missive from the crown prince was a harbinger of change, a signal that the tides of power were shifting, leaving them in an uncharted sea. She couldn't help but wonder about the implications, the intricate dance of politics and destiny that would unfold in the wake of this revelation.Beside the royal decree, an unopened letter from her father, the Duke, sat in patient repose. Its presence seemed to pulse with a quiet insistence,
The council room was steeped in an eerie silence, broken only by the soft echo of the crown prince's chilling words. The atmosphere hung heavy with tension, each person present acutely aware of the gravity of the situation. The crown prince's eyes bore into the assembled councilmen, his gaze unwavering, demanding answers.As the room held its breath, a faint shiver passed through the air. The flickering torchlight cast long, menacing shadows across the marble floor, amplifying the sense of foreboding that permeated the space. The scent of blood, thick and metallic, clung to the air, a stark reminder of the violent act that had just transpired.The crown prince's voice cut through the stillness, sharp and commanding, as he addressed the room. His words hung in the air, charged with a potent mix of anger and sorrow. The weight of his grief was palpable, a heavy burden that now rested squarely on his shoulders.A cold wind swept through the chamber, rattling the windows and causing the f
The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. It was only logical for the council members to assume that the crown prince's clenched grip on his sword was fueled by a burning desire for vengeance against his father's assailant. They were caught in a precarious balance between self-preservation and the looming threat of Luna's wrath, knowing that any move they made could tip the scales one way or the other.As he advanced, each step seemed to reverberate with an icy resolve, a demeanor they had never witnessed before in the young prince. Their apprehension grew, their hearts pounding in anticipation of the impending confrontation. They braced themselves for the worst, their minds racing to fathom the depths of the tragedy that had befallen their kingdom. Yet, before they could fully grasp the gravity of the situation, the crown prince closed the distance to his fallen father, the alpha king, who lay in a grim pool of his own lifeblood.In that solemn moment, t
In the shadowed recesses of the council chamber, where once camaraderie flourished, now lingered the specter of betrayal. The nobles, who had dared to defy the very foundation of their kingdom, stood undeterred by the enormity of their transgression. This audacious act, had fate been kind, would have warranted immediate and severe retribution. Yet, an eerie calm settled upon them, a disconcerting absence of remorse.The lifeless form of the alpha king lay sprawled, a silent witness to the treachery that had unfolded. The air, heavy with the acrid scent of spilled blood, bore no trace of mourning. Instead, it pulsed with whispered conspiracies and urgent deliberations. They were not bound by the solemnity of the moment, nor did they grant the blood time to congeal before they began weaving their plans.In a far corner, the nobles huddled together, their opulent robes billowing around them, shielding them from the crimson testament to their rebellion. Their shoes, polished to a mirror-l
-the alpha king-The council chamber, bathed in an icy stillness that belied its usual warmth and bustle, bore witness to an unprecedented convergence. Every council member, typically punctuality's foe, had gathered with astonishing swiftness. As the alpha king, accustomed to the customary delays, this unexpected promptness spoke volumes.Today marked a turning point. The shackles of trepidation that once bound my decisions concerning the kingdom had been shattered. The room held its collective breath, hanging on my every word."We shall relinquish our forces to the Lunari forthwith," I proclaimed, and in that heartbeat, the chamber was ablaze with discord.Bedlam reigned. Councilors, once eloquent and composed, now hurled vehement objections into the air. It was a predictable response. These blue-blooded aristocrats, entrenched in their pride and privilege, preferred to forfeit their very existence than to entertain the notion of coexistence with the common folk. The cacophonous diss
-The royal palace in the royal capital-(The alpha king)As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the grandeur of the royal palace, the weight of the situation hung heavily in the air. The news of Lunari's audacious act had rippled through the kingdom like wildfire, igniting tensions that had long smoldered beneath the surface. In the opulent chambers, adorned with tapestries that bore the stories of generations past, I stood, my gaze fixed upon the butler, his countenance etched with a solemnity that mirrored the gravity of the circumstances. His eyes, pools of unwavering loyalty, met mine, conveying a silent understanding that silence, in this moment, was not the answer. The tale unfurled before us like a dark tapestry woven with threads of betrayal and ambition. The Lunari, once a faction bound by honor and tradition, had chosen the path of conflict, their declaration of war echoing through the halls of power. The severed head of a noble, a sinister messag
-The royal palace in the royal capital-In the heart of the regal citadel, where once the splendor of the Lunari dynasty radiated, now resided a somber stillness that seemed to permeate every stone and corridor. The air, once filled with the harmonious symphony of diligent servants, now hung heavy with an icy chill, bearing witness to the stark transformation that had befallen the palace. It stood as a solemn sentinel, a shadow of its former self, as if the very essence of its majesty had been drained, leaving behind a hollow echo.Gone were the days of unabashed pride and the regal dignity that had been synonymous with the palace's walls. The tapestries that once adorned the grand halls, illustrating the illustrious history of the Lunari lineage, now seemed to droop mournfully, their vibrant colors faded and their threads whispering tales of antiquity. The once-lustrous marble floors, painstakingly polished to a gleaming finish, now bore the marks of neglect, their surface marred by
-the estate of Baron Penin-In that pivotal moment, when those potent words escaped her lips, the very fabric of the atmosphere seemed to ripple in response. The air, once tempered, now carried an icy edge, a stark contrast to the fiery loyalty that surged within the hearts of those who stood witness. It was as if an unspoken covenant had woven its threads through their souls, binding them in unwavering allegiance to the Lunari cause, compelling them to enact her every decree.The hooded figures, shrouded in mystery, moved with an eerie precision. They orchestrated the Baron's elder brother to kneel, an act of submission, his head inclined in humble obeisance before their leader. Behind her, Bleu loomed, an indomitable presence, his unwavering stance a testament to his dedication. He was more than a mere sentinel; he was a guardian, ensuring that the path she chose was one she would walk without hindrance, regardless of the toll it may exact.Yet, beneath this veneer of resolute deter
-the estate of Baron Penin-The older brother of the Baron, a figure consumed by a potent mixture of determination and desperation, finds himself on the precipice of a battle that carries the weight of familial legacy and ancestral honor. It is a struggle forged in the crucible of betrayal, for his once-beloved sibling squandered the abundant riches and estates bestowed upon him by their forefather. What remains is a mere specter of the man who once strode the halls of opulence, now reduced to a name, a title, and the grim reality of scraping for morsels of sustenance. The resurgence of an opportunity, a glimmering chance to reclaim fragments of the opulent past, beckons forth a resolve that courses through his veins, an unwavering determination to seize back the glory that once defined their noble werewolf lineage.He harbored a misplaced confidence, underestimating the resilience and strength that coursed through the veins of the Lunari. In his hubris, he envisioned her as a mere fo