-Hazel-Things were going just like any other day. The weather was good and the sun was still very much high in the sky. It took some time due to the fact that the other she wolves of the village wanted to talk and gossip about the latest things but we were finally down it’s the laundry.If I were to be honest with myself, I very much enjoyed being the company of other she wolves and this is a luxury that I never thought I would have the opportunity of experiencing when I was still known as the only daughter of the Duke and resided in the royal capital.I also got to know a little bit about every one. These she wolves were nothing like the she wolves from the nobility and the higher society. Some venue shifted and I got to see their wolves. In the higher society, it was considered a taboo for a she wolf to shift into her wolf for some reason and even when I resided in the royal capital, I never thought that this made sense for one bit.At the end of the day, we were still were wolves
The alpha king-*25 years ago*The fact that the she wolf was N omega seems to have washed off of the thirteenth prince. What we was more concerned about now was how it make sure that she is well protected and cared for. He lacks the power but he still wanted to be the one that this little she wolf ram to when she needed help or some one to turn to.However, as these thoughts plagued his mind, other thoughts plagued the mind of the female. She was untouched and ripe for the picking and what was more was that she had kept herself with the hope that one day she would find her true mate who was now in fact seated across from her.Of course, there were definitely other things that were running through the mind of that female. She felt more and more of her essence flow through her thighs and her breathing became been more and more labored.She could not understand what it was that she wanted but she knew without a shred of doubt that it concerned this male that was before her at this very
Chapter 77-The alpha king-*25 years ago*Immediately, the thirteenth prince got to work with out wasting any more time. His instincts were now clouding both his vision and his ability to think clearly. All he wanted at this very moment was for him to bury his engorged member in to her very womb and for him to release his seed in to the deepest part of her body. He wanted to brewed her and have the entire kingdom know that she belonged to him and to him alone.He brought up his thick and angry member and used it to prod the entrance of the she wolf. It was no new news that she would have a very tight entrance seeing as it was just her first time but she was made for him by the moon goddess herself and she would never have a more perfect match than him for as long as she roams the very earth. Her body would have no other option than to open up widely to him and accept him.Her instincts should kick in and she should accept all of him, the thirteenth prince thought and with that, he fi
Chapter 78 -Baron Penin- Head of Peon village It was another beautiful day in the village of Peon as the sun emitted its rays to shine down on the land. I for one was feeling very happy as my dear older brother just left my estate practically on his knees to beg for my help. All of these foolish nobles need to understand that success does not come to you just because they were born in a noble home or you were opportuned to be born with a silver spoon in your mind. All of these facts would not change that you still need to be competent inn what ever it was that you were doing. Look at me for example, I was the second son and last born to a count family in the royal palace and hence, I did not have any hope of one day inheriting the title of the next head of the family and if I were to be very very honest with myself, I never even wanted or even dreamed of having the title in the first place because I had already started to see the signs that the count family was headed towards dest
-The alpha king-Present time 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 right""Please your majesty, I beg of you. Please spare my son's life".To this ver
-The alpha king-Present time I was seated in my chambers that was void of any light. I look round the room and even with my advanced sight, the darkness was so heavy that it was still to hard for me to make sense of any thing in the darkness.Now, life no longer has any meaning to me and if not for the mere fact that I was burdened with the responsibilities that came with being the soba king of an entire kingdom, with out a doubt, I would have already taken my life with out even as much of a second thought.However, if I wanted to be completely honest with myself, I was already dead. This was not life I was living. Not one but. I have not heard from my wolf in years and my very subconscious is in a disarray and in a huge mess.I am now just a shell to my self. In fact, every one from my past were completely correct when they referred to me as a trash prince. I am really trash and foolish just like they said.“Your majesty please!!! He is your son!!!” I hear in my head and with out ev
-The alpha king-*present time*Just like how I did not have the strength in me do much these days. I am already dead, in fact, I had died a long time ago. The only thing that my subjects and people of the kingdom are seeing is nothing but just a shell of myself.I have tried but it is very impossible for me to fill the hole that is in my chest. Why did I do that?! Was I insane?! I can not help but ask myself these questions.Well, if I were to be very honest with myself, the things that I am feeling now is nothing compared to what Claire must have gone through.Apart from the fact that the male that she gave all that she had to, treated her in such a manner, she was made to feel the pain every night.I did not know it until later but another thing about the omega species is Fahd they feel things more than the average were wolf. Nights that I would bed different she wolves in order to gain favor and power, she felt severe pains and I could feel her pain from the mate bond that we both
-the alpha king- *present time*I must say that the moon goddess herself is very wicked. I now understand what it means to find your true mate but it is I needed a pity that I really understood what it meant when it was too late.I have nothing left to live for and every day if feels like a part of me dies day by day.“Your majesty, please you have to eat some thing. Your subjects are very worried for you” I hear and I raise my head up even though it felt like I did not have any strength in me to do so.I look up and stare in the eyes of my most loyal servant, Meltida. She was the only maid that ever bothered to treat me right even when I was being labeled as the moron prince of the royal palace.The moment that I became the alpha king, one of the first things that I did was to make her the head of the maids and gave her power to make minor decisions with in the royal palace. Decisions that were of course concerned with the home affairs of the royal palace.I did not say any thing in
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