Chapter 5

  “You have no right to interfere in political matters.” The Counselor spoke in his loud and clear voice. His eyes were filled with hatred.

Aria had presented herself at the royal council of the elders. 

The Counselor and eighteen elders were seated in the huge room. 

Two columns were set apart by a luxurious alligator skin carpet. Six elders sat on each of the three rows that ascended upward. Their chairs were almost as large as the king’s throne. And the Counselor sat at the middle on the far end of the carpet which is on the highest platform in the room.

   “Why didn’t anybody mention this to me when King Dax was around?” She cleverly asked.

   “You are an ordinary lycan that’s still learning the basics of life… what good do you think you can ever be to King Dax or the pack?” One of the elders mocked.

   “Can’t you see that he married you as a substitute and nothing more. So why do you carry yourself with such a high demeanor?” Another elder scolded.

   “If I were you… I would have hugged myself and died a peaceful death instead of waiting for someone that isn’t my mate to love me,” the oldest woman in the council lashed out.

   “Maybe you kidnapped or even killed your sister so that you could marry the King!” an old man shouted.

The king hadn’t been gone for long and she’s already being treated worse than an ordinary lycan.

With all that was going on, she still kept calm and quiet. She took her time to take mental note of everything and everyone around her. She followed one of the guidelines that’s written in the ancient journal—‘Listen, don’t act, don’t react… just listen and the true intentions will all be revealed.’

The more she stayed calm, she realized that the elders were all selfish and arrogant.

   “STOP!!!” she screamed. 

“Look me in the eyes. Take a good look at me. Do I look like I’m happy about being your queen?” she demanded.

   “How dare—”

   “No…” she  chuckled coldly. 

“How dare you? How dare you all stand and let Miranda treat those innocent little omegas like nothing.” Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she spoke. 

   “They are nothing!” The Counselor yelled.

   “You are the one that is nothing without them! You can deceive yourselves all you want… but who prepares the food we eat? Who works during the Golden time? Who builds the edifice we call home? What attracts other packs to this pack?” she snorted while addressing not just the Counselor but the entire Council.

 “The Omegas.”

No one spoke another word because they knew that she was right. The omegas’ strength and determination was the main source of riches for the entire pack, but the elders sit on these riches and continue to spoil their already spoiled children. 

Whenever the pack gets attacked by foreign packs, the attackers always attack from the omegas’ side of the pack,not because it’s the weakest or less guarded side as the elders assumed.

   “From now henceforth, the omegas will be treated with the respect they all deserve. They are a valuable asset to the pack’s betterment and should be considered as such.” Aria boldly voiced out.

The enormous doors to the royal council were suddenly pushed open.

   “King Dax was attacked!” someone cried out from the door.

Everything went blur before Aria’s eyes and the next time she opened her eyes she found herself lying on her bed. 

She tried to turn but felt something by her side. She moved her head to her right and saw Abby lying by her side, with her tiny arm hugging her body.

Sarah entered the room.

   “Thanks to the moon goddess!… You scared us, Aria.” 

   “What happened?” She winced at a very sharp pain that shot through the back of her head.

   “You don’t remember?”

   “Remember what?”

   “Hmm… King Dax?…” Sarah hesitated.

   “What about Dax?… Has anything happened to Blaire?… They’ll be getting married soon… ooh… I can’t afford to miss it.” Aria complained cluelessly.

Sarah just stood still with her mouth wide open in shock.

Aria had just woken up from a three day coma she slipped into when she collapsed in the council meeting. One of the guards had entered the council room and shouted that the king had been attacked. She became weak the moment she had the guard’s words, the shock of the news hit her like a bullet to the head. She slumped down hitting the back of her head on the foot of the forty carat golden sculpture of the king. 

When the doctor arrived, he attended to Aria’s head injury. He unwrapped the bloody bandage off her head and treated the deep wound with some disinfectant and antibiotics. He wrapped her head in new bandages and made her take all her medication. 

The doctor also asked her series of questions in order to understand what was actually wrong with her. After he had gathered enough information and analyzed the outcome of his findings, he gestured for Sarah to follow him outside of Aria’s room for a talk.

When they left Aria’s room and went outside, the doctor explained.

   “Aria has developed amnesia. A loss of memory due to the impact of the fall.”

   “Huh?… but she recognised me and Abby.”

   “She remembers you and Abby from before, which means that she doesn’t recall any activity that you might have recently undergone with her.”

   “I didn’t expect the fall to cause so much damage to the extent of her losing the memories of her marriage to Dax. I believe she thinks that king Dax is still about to marry her sister… Doctor please… What can be done to help her?… She also had no idea that she was the lycan queen.” Sarah solicited.

   “On no occasion should she shift into a lycan. This is because the shifting process is likely going to trigger the lost memories in a very painful way,” the doctor advised her. 

   “Her sister is gone… and she has no clue where she would have disappeared to… If changing into her lycan will help bring her memories back, then I’m sure that she’ll be willing to bear the pain,” she insisted.

   “It isn’t just about the pain, Sarah. I have seen strong lycan warriors lose their minds completely when they shifted during the period that their brain needed all the rest and care it could be given,” he warned.

   “Doctor, wait… does it mean that we would do nothing to help her?”

   “No, make sure she takes all her medication daily and she will begin to remember her past.”

   “We have to tell her something… it’s not right or fair to her if you leave her clueless.” Sarah folded her arms together. 

They finished talking and went back inside the room. Aria found it very difficult to understand what the doctor explained to her, but she promised not to shift and to take her medication.