Chapter Sixity-One: Can't Have Favourites Kiara's POV: Before I could voice my concerns, Kayden stepped in, placing his arm protectively around me. His action wasn't overly possessive but just enough to draw Christan's attention away from him and back to me. "Christan," he started, his voice neutral yet carrying an underlying sternness. "Your focus should be on assisting our queen. You report to her, not us." The brunette's face flushed a delicate shade of pink, her eyes widening at Kayden's comment. However, it was the brief flicker of disappointment in her eyes that caught my attention. It vanished almost as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a professional mask. "Of course, Your Majesty," she said, her voice trembling slightly. Her gaze darted to me, a subtle condescending look on her face. "I apologize if I gave the wrong impression. My services are entirely at your disposal, Queen Kiara." She said with as much fake enthusiasm as she could muster up. The way she said m
Chapter Sixity-Two: An Evening of EleganceKiara's POV: As consciousness returned, my eyelashes fluttered open to a sight that stole my breath away. Hanging gracefully from the wardrobe door was a gown that sparkled like a multitude of stars against the velvet night sky. I lifted myself from the plush bed, the satin sheets whispering against my skin. Drawn to the gown like a moth to a flame, I stepped closer, my heart pulsing in rhythm with the growing excitement.The gown, shimmering under the soft, warm glow of our chambers, was pure white, decorated meticulously with thousands of tiny diamonds. Their combined luminescence sparked an iridescent radiance that was hard to look away from. The bodice was intricately stitched with silver threads in a pattern reminiscent of celestial constellations, while the skirt flowed down like a waterfall of liquid silk, gathering into a modest, elegant train. It was a gown straight out of a fairy tale, one that was designed for a queen.My fingerti
Chapter Sixity-Two: Alpha Francis Black Kiara's POV: With a final squeeze of my hands and a shared nod, the grand doors swung open, revealing a breathtaking spectacle beyond anything I had ever witnessed. The ballroom was a sea of vibrant colours, ornate chandeliers throwing a shower of glittering light onto the gleaming marble floor, painting a scene straight out of a fairytale. As we made our grand entrance, a hush fell over the crowd. The murmurs died down, replaced by awestruck silence as hundreds of eyes turned to us. The magnitude of the moment washed over me in a tide of exhilaration and nerves. Bathed in the radiant glow of the chandeliers, we descended the grand staircase, our entrance marking the beginning of the evening. Kayden's grip on my hand was comforting, a solid presence grounding me amidst the whirlpool of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. Beside me, Jayden's hand was a warm, reassuring pressure at the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd. The cro
Chapter Sixity-Three: Goodbyes Are Hard Kiara's POV: The grand ballroom, once filled with the sounds of chatter and laughter, was now reduced to a gentle hum as the crowd started to disperse. I watched as the room began to empty, leaving only my family and Kayden and Jayden's parents. My heart was full, and it felt like it would burst from the sheer amount of love and joy I felt. My parents, Albert and Clarise, and my brothers, Kelix, Phoenix, and Helix, were all there, their eyes shining with pride and happiness. And alongside them, the Alpha Kings' parents, Rowco and Diana, who were now my parents too. The realization hit me hard; this was my family, my new extended family. And despite the overwhelming sense of responsibility that came with being Luna Queen, it was moments like these that made it all worth it. Rowco and Diana were the first to approach me, their faces filled with warmth. Diana, a woman of grace and strength, looked at me with a loving gaze. "Kiara," she began,
Chapter Sixity-Four: Aiden's AngerKiara's POV: Aiden's cold demeanour struck me like a lightning bolt, his steely gaze boring into mine. The atmosphere around us felt heavy, the tension thick and palpable. His face was hardened, his jaw taut as if he was grinding his teeth. Aiden, my childhood friend, the boy-next-door type, was mad and hurting.My heart pounded in my chest as his gaze flitted down to my neck, resting on the mating marks proudly displayed there. His blue eyes darkened considerably, filled with a cocktail of emotions I couldn't quite decipher.Seeing him like this, so utterly distressed, was unsettling. The usually cheerful and carefree Aiden was nowhere to be seen. In his place stood a man burdened by a whirlwind of emotions."Aiden…" I began, not entirely sure of what I was going to say. But he cut me off before I could even finish."Kiara, look at me," Aiden's voice was firm, yet his eyes were swirling with raw, unfiltered emotions.I complied, locking my gaze wit
Chapter Sixity-Five: Spare Him!Kiara's POV: Within a fraction of a second, I felt myself lifted from the ground, my body being drawn into a firm and secure embrace. Kayden, with his tall stature of 6'8" towering over me, held me protectively against his chest. His imposing figure was like a solid wall between Aiden and me, providing an impenetrable barrier.His gaze bore into mine, an intense blend of cobalt and gold, shimmering with a fierce protectiveness that made my breath hitch. His scent, a unique blend of aged whiskey and musk, hit me, a comforting and intoxicating aroma that immediately soothed my rattled nerves."Are you okay, sweetheart?" His voice was a whisper against my hair, a quiet gust of air that sent shivers down my spine.His tone was laced with deep concern and a hint of a barely controlled rage. With my heart hammering against my chest, I nodded in response, incapable of finding my voice under his intense scrutiny. His gaze was like a balm, coating me with a lay
Chapter Sixity-Six: Double Marked Kiara's POV: "Yes, yesss. Right there. Oh, goddess." I moaned Jayden's tongue licked my soaked pussy like it was his favourite popsicle while his fingers pounded me into oblivion. Making me see stars.Kayden leans over me. Licking the valley of my breast. His tongue leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake. Just as I think he is going to kiss me, he gets back up, his thick cock bobbing over my wet chest. I want to ask him to come back, but nothing leaves my lips other than moans and purrs. His firm, powerful hands grip my breast, squeezing them, pinching the nipples, pulling them, making me throw my head back in absolute pleasure. He pushes them apart and then together. Then suddenly, he lines his thick cock between my breasts, squeezes them together, and starts pulling in and out, his thumbs caressing my nipples as he moves."Fuck! That's good!" He moans "Shit! Sweetheart, everything about you is fucking beautiful. These tits, that ass, and not t
Chapter Sixity-Seven: Queenie Lessons Kiara's POV: Morning light filtered through the grand windows, painting an array of vibrant colours across the room. I woke to a symphony of birds chirping outside, and for a moment, I forgot about everything and allowed myself to sink into the tranquillity of the morning. The soft sheets against my skin, the warmth of the bodies beside me, and the lingering traces of our passionate night reminded me of the new reality I was living.As my eyes fluttered open, the first sight that greeted me was Jayden's peaceful face. His dark hair was strewn across his forehead, his long eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks, and his lips slightly parted as he breathed evenly. Turning my head, I found Kayden on my other side, his arm thrown across his eyes to block the light, a soft snore escaping his lips.A quiet laugh escaped my lips, stirring Jayden awake. His golden eyes blinked open slowly, a soft smile spreading across his face as he saw me. His hand
Chapter Ninety-Seven: When Dreams Become Reality: The End!Kiara POV: My mind reels from the chaotic amalgam of the last 48 hours. It feels like a tornado had swept through our lives, leaving no corner untouched by its tempestuous winds. The kitchen had been a war zone, filled with the scent of burning pastries and a cacophony of squabbling caterers. The garden, the intended venue for the ceremony, had transformed into a floral battlefield where petals and thorns were the weapons of choice. Our usually disciplined musicians were discordant, hitting off-keys and false notes as if possessed. Tailors had made multiple trips for last-minute adjustments on suits and gowns. Yes, every conceivable disaster waiting to happen was on the cusp of unfolding. It was a miraculous brand of chaos that could only herald an extraordinary event—my wedding, to be precise.I look at myself in the floor-length, ornate mirror that Cathy had insisted on placing in the bridal room. The room itself is a cozy
Chapter Ninety-Six: Marry Us!Kiara POV: Life at the castle has shifted into a complex tapestry of laughter, challenges, and newfound responsibilities. Each day, I've steeped myself deeper into the nuances of being a Queen—mastering diplomatic dialogues, poring over historical scrolls, and even learning how to use my unique gifts to lead different packs.` Despite the intensities of my royal transition, the weight of the Aiden fiasco hangs like a dark cloud in the periphery of my thoughts. We've dealt with it as a united front, dishing out the raw brutality of Lycan justice, yet the uneasy feeling it sparked remains. But the castle seems to have moved on—everyone fully engrossed in their daily chores, secret conversations, and sporadic laughter that echoes through the corridors.Or so it appears.A discordant note has struck the otherwise harmonious rhythm of the castle—particularly with Kayden and Jayden. Both have been increasingly jittery, their eyes often meeting in what looks li
Chapter Ninety-Five: Retribution For AidenKiara POV: Life has a funny way of fooling you into thinking you've walked in a straight line, only to circle you back to where you started. One week. That's how long it had been since I came back. Three days since the medical ward released me, their diagnostics said I was fit to re-enter my everyday life. And just like that, it was as if I had never left.My mornings were as uproarious as ever. Rex, JJ, and I had resumed our relentless banter that would often escalate into full-blown, albeit harmless, verbal duels. Just this morning, Rex had pulled a face that was a comic blend of concern and mischief. "Your Highness, are you sure you're still equipped for royal duties? Being away must've dulled your royal snark."JJ chimed in, nudging Rex aside as he smirked. "Yeah, Kiki, we've gotta ensure our queen can still kick our asses on the regular, you know?"They seemed the same, but I sensed an added layer of protectiveness in their teasing, a
Chapter Ninety-Four: You're Home and SafeKiara POV: As consciousness edged its way back into my mind, I found myself wrapped in a cocoon of muffled voices, their words indecipherable but their tones unmistakably concerned. Among them, I could clearly distinguish Kayden's and Jayden's voices; they had a unique cadence that my heart recognized even when my mind was clouded. I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle at their anxious muttering; they were fussing like two mother hens over their single, most prized egg.I felt a gentle pressure on my hand. Someone—probably one of my mates—was holding it as if it were a fragile piece of glass. As much as I loved the feeling, I couldn't resist the temptation to open my eyes and rejoin the world I'd left behind, even if only briefly.When my eyelids finally fluttered open, the sight that met me was overwhelming in the most beautiful way. Gathered around my bedside in what looked like a well-furnished, softly lit infirmary room were the faces
Chapter Ninety-Three: Justice! Kiara POV: There's a quiet tension hanging in the air, a silence so loud it's nearly deafening. We've encamped just outside the boundaries of the BlackFang territory, under the cover of the dense forest that serves as a natural demarcation line between our worlds. The foliage above us rustles softly, a night symphony orchestrated by a wind that seems to carry the weight of our collective apprehensions and fears.Jayden, Kayden, and I stand on an elevated patch of land, looking down at the tableau of soldiers and warriors—both wolf and Lycan—preparing for the operation. Their faces are etched with a steely resolve, a far cry from the brotherly banter and laid-back demeanour that usually characterize our ranks.King Alistar's sons—Eamon, Faelan, and Declan—are with us, engrossed in a last-minute strategic discussion. The five of them huddle around a compact, portable table where a hastily drawn map of BlackFang territory is displayed. A collection of sma
Chapter Ninety-Two: What Is The Faith Of BlackFang? Kiara POV: The atmosphere in the room is so dense that I can feel it pressing against my skin. King Alistair's proposal hangs heavy in the air, like an unspoken oath that could either mend or further divide two long-feuding worlds. My heart races as I lock eyes with Kayden and Jayden, and I can feel their emotional turmoil blending with mine, sending waves of uncertainty and apprehension through our mental link. 'What do you think?' My mental voice quivers as I send the question through the link. My mates' eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and their mental voices echo in my head. 'It's a monumental decision, Kiara. We're not just speaking about alliances; we're talking about flesh and blood, a future generation,' Kayden's thoughts weave into mine, laced with caution and a sense of gravity. 'And what about freedom? The freedom to choose a mate, to fall in love naturally with her fated mate? Are we robbing our future daughter of
Chapter Ninety-One: ReunitedKiara POV: My heart is a frantic drumbeat in my chest as the doors to the throne room burst open in an explosion of splintered wood and metal. The charged air is immediately filled with the cacophony of growls, howls, and snarls as wolves flood the room, leaping onto the Lycan guards. Claws meet fangs in a blur of frenzied movement and fur, painting a scene of absolute chaos.And then I see them. Rex and JJ, their wolf forms unmistakable even amidst the turmoil. Rex, a colossal beast with fur as dark as obsidian, is engaged in a ferocious bout with Eamon, one of the triplets. JJ, silver as a moonbeam, darts and sways with Faelan in a dance as old as time.Gamma Chris, a hulking wolf with a coat like burnt charcoal, and Beta Tim, a svelte, agile creature with a russet-coloured pelt, face off against their Lycan equivalents. The air is electric with the intensity of their clashes, every swipe of a claw or gnashing of teeth an explosion of pent-up aggression
Chapter Ninety: What Are You Doing Here? Part TwoKiara POV: My heart pounds in my chest as Queen Elara leads me through the massive doors into the Lycan throne room. Despite her reassuring presence, the room intimidates me. It's a sprawling space filled with dark mahogany and adorned with various artifacts and weaponry, a testament to centuries of Lycan history and prowess. Towering statues of Lycan warriors stand sentinel, their stony gazes seemingly watching my every move. The thrones at the room's far end, made of intricately carved dark wood and inlaid with gemstones, look less like chairs and more like ancient monuments to power.As we step further into this grand space, I notice the Lycan who had captured me in the forest. He stands like a fortress next to an imposing man. The man is stunningly handsome, with hair as dark as a raven's feather and eyes like glowing embers—eyes that command your attention. His physique is both athletic and regal, his demeanour one of calculated
Chapter Eighty-Nine: What Are You Doing Here? Part OneKiara POV: My eyes flutter open, greeted by unfamiliar surroundings. The room is an opulent display of old-world elegance, adorned with rich tapestries and intricate carvings that hint at a long, storied history. But its luxurious trappings do little to comfort me. Panic seizes me as the events leading up to this moment crash over me like a tidal wave: the forest, the Lycans, the numbing blackness. I leap out of the lavish bed, a knot of dread tightening in my stomach, and dart toward the window. My hands grab the handle and pull, but it doesn't budge. It's locked. Just as I'm about to succumb to a wave of despair, a voice from behind interrupts my spiralling thoughts."Don't be afraid. You are safe here."I spin around to find a woman standing near the doorway, and my breath catches in my throat. She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her beauty isn't the flashy kind that demands attention but the se