-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 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*She had grown up with that fear instilled in her and she knew that there was nothing in this world that should ever make her reveal the fact that she was born an omega.She even went as far as pretending to be like the rest of society and trying her very best to live her life as normal as possible for she had learnt that people naturally become curious to difference and mystery.However, the moment that she laid her eyes on Henon, the thirteenth prince, all that she had learnt and all of her walls became crumbling down like they were never there in the first place. She did not care about any thing any more and before she could even tell what it was she was doing, she was blurting out the fact that she was indeed born an omega.She wanted to be one with the thirteenth prince in every way and in every form even if it meant that she would be revealing to him the very thing that could potentially lead her to grave danger.“Will you do it or not?!” The thirt
-The alpha king-*present time*The royal palace decided to hold a small social circle for the princes. Every thing was in place, it was decided that the theme for this gathering should be a garden party.The garden of the royal palace was one of immense beauty but today, every thing looked even more put together. All of the designs and dishes looked so impeccable that if one did not know any better, one would think that this was an event put together for the alpha king himself.From the out side view, it looked like a normal event yet flashy event put together by the royal family but in reality, it was a battle field and a very dangerous one at that.In this very space, families are ruined and disgraced with just words. Here, the mouth of were wolves are dangerous weapons with every word meaning some thing different than what that may sound like.This event was out together by the Luna herself to strengthen the standing of her son, the crown prince but since it was put together with t
The alpha king-*present time*It may not have seems like the attention of the thirteenth prince was solely on how he was going to give the best life to Claire but it was honestly his intention at the time. On the other hand, Claire wanted absolutely nothing to do with the life of the nihilist h and the higher society. She had always thought that it was stifling and very very far from being peaceful.This was not the environment that she wished to have a family or even bare thought of raising pups. The cloud was toxic and every one was wearing a mask to hide their true selves either to bring down others or to protect themselves from the harm that is sure to come from being some one with no power or connections.Her mind wondered with numerous thoughts and it had gotten o a point that there are times that she would visibly shudder from the discomfort as she made her way closer and closer to the garden where the social gathering was in full swing.Henon, the thirteenth prince, had her h
The alpha king-*present time*The reaction came in an instant. All of a sudden the eyes of the were wolves in attendance especially those of the males, changed from looking at the thirteenth prince with disgust to looking at Claire with lust and some pure curiosity.It was now certain that the thirteenth prince had been able to change the flow of the ambience by just having Claire hanging on his arm. It was quite unfortunate that she was not aware just how beautiful and delicate she looked. She possessed an aura that is not usually seen in the other she wolves of the nobility.The color of her hair alone was some thing so rare that it was more than enough to snatch the attention of even the members of the high ranking families that were in attendance.After a few minutes of the thirteenth prince trying to calm himself, he finally started to make his way over to the designated area for the members of the royal family. From the side of his eye, he took a peek at Claire to see how she wa
-Hazel-Time had passed since the incident of Bleu almost killing a member of the village and it still surprises me till this day how understanding the rest of the villagers were. I had thought that for sure, we would have been either alienated, kicked out of the village or even worse reported to the head of the village.That may have put us in harm’s way as the head of the village, although a Baron, is still a noble with strong ties to the royal capital and to the higher society. No doubt that he must have heard the news about my disappearance. But thank moon goddess that was not the case. We were sure lucky that the males that Bleu almost killed were not first time offenders and that they have already built a reputation for themselves in the village.I adjust the straw hat that I had in my head and wipe the beads of sweat on my fore head. The one thing that I will never be able to forget from that day was just how vulnerable Bleu looked. All he cared about was what I thought and wha
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