Ch. 106..110: The Rogue is a Female Alpha chapter 106-110
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I recall stepping into the holy chamber, yet what greets me is nothing like I imagined. The space stretches endlessly, a landscape familiar yet strange.
My eyes scan, recognizing the battlegrounds I have walked before, the ground soaked with memories of loss, where heads were severed, where countless warriors perished.
Why here? Why now?
“Because it is the exact place where you have lost more than the world knows, and yet, where you have earned everything beyond measure.” The voice echoes, reverberating through my very bones, sending a thrill cascading down my spine.
The kind of thrill that makes my knees want to bend, my heart bow in reverence. I know who it is without needing to look.
I lower my gaze, heart tightening as I feel her attention upon me. The empty battlefield before me seems alive, breathing, and swallowing me in its weight. Everything I lost, everything I fought for… could it all be here?
“Yes,” she replies, as if reading my thoughts. “That is exactly what I mean. You did me proud. As a young woman, sword flying like a goddess, you restored balance to my world. You prevailed.”
I swallow hard, voice barely a whisper.
“And yet… you set a clause for my happiness. Should I not deserve more than this?”
Silence presses in, thick and heavy. I feel the shift in the air, the weight of her presence settling around me.
“You are a woman I have held close in my heart, one I will spare again and again from all harm. You have my blessing as a warrior. Blessed with a great white wolf… and yet you walk into the arms of a Blood to be, tainted. You ask why I must withhold happiness?”
My chest tightens, the wind around me almost solid, ready to push me down.
“The priestess sends your words to me,” I murmur. “I accept the blessing, but I do not accept the mate you have chosen, nor the cruel clause set before I can rise as Alpha.”
“Really?” Her tone carries the weight of storms, and I sense the thunder coming. Yet I stand my ground.
“I am Ashmere. I sealed the portal from the demon invaders. I honor your name, your world, and yet I walked away asking nothing in return. In that war, I lost everything. And now that I have found a way to be happy… you become a roadblock. A hurdle. I deserve more.”
Silence envelops me, broken only by the whispers of unseen winds. I feel the weight of her judgment, the truth of my defiance.
“Nyroth Hue of the Hue Pack is your mate, Zephyrine Ashmere. He alone can give you offspring.”
My heart sinks. I whirl, and a cold wind sweeps through me.
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“You reject him… and accept barrenness for life.” She concluded and I nearly fell in awe.
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“A second chance mate will appear,” her voice continues, icy and unyielding. “But with him, love must be thicker than blood to bear offspring. If the bond falters, forget ever having a successor.”
Rage and grief choke me.
“Why? Why hate Lycannar so much that you would deny me him? Let him claim me! Why cast another into my path when I have just survived betrayal?”
“It is Lycannar Blood’s curse to never know happiness,” she replies, and my knees weaken. “His existence is a mistake. All I have done is for your own good.”
My heart shatters, a thousand pieces scattering into the void.
“What if I claim him regardless?” I whisper, raw with pain. “What if I choose him even after becoming Alpha?”
“Shepherd your courage, Ashmere. You shall not be involved with any man except your second chance mate. Defy this, and ruin will fall upon your pack. Now kneel, and receive your blessing.”
I force myself to kneel, trembling, chest heaving. The thrill surges through me again, stirring goosebumps across my skin.
“Your forefathers were mighty warriors, bringing peace across my world. You inherit their legacy. For that, I have grant every Alpha like them a spirit guard to walk beside them, loyal unto death. Your father, the last warlord of the Shifter Empire, received an enchanted sword. Now you will receive yours. Zephyrine Ashmere.”
Goosebumps rose in my skin, my heart tightening with reverence.
“Bound by the power of light. Surrounded by the mercy of the goddess beyond all gods and beings, I grant you, Zephyrine Ashmere, Twentieth Alpha of Ash Pack, wisdom, strength, and grace to rule over your pack. Rise, receive your spirit guard, and lead Ash Pack.”
I obey, rising to find… a storm before me. My eyes widen as the heavy breaths draw near. Towering, powerful, emanating heat. I turn to see my spirit guard. My jaw drops. Graceful beyond imagining, my heart skips at the sight.
Not a sword, not a shield, but a presence foretelling both protection and coming doom. My spirit guard… is a dragon.
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“Lycannar… Lycannar.” I breathed before the murmurs stirred me awake.
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My eyes fluttered open, meeting Blue’s worried face; and then Isolde appeared, speaking but I could only see the movement of her lips.
All sound was blurred into the background. I looked away from her and realized I was back in my chamber. There was no sign of Lycannar anywhere.
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The ache pierced my heart before I could even speak. I turned over with a shaky sigh, memories flooding my chest and mind. She had… she had blessed me. She had warned me. And wait… my spirit guard.
No sooner had I thought this than the roar came, followed by the beating of wings. Quietly, I pushed myself up. Isolde rushed to help, but I rejected her.
I rose to my feet, the gown I wore flowing around me. It was different from the one I had worn when I entered the holy chamber. My body felt renewed, which meant after I had collapsed into darkness, I had been brought back here.
I walked to the window and stood there as greatness spoke for itself. My spirit guard was right there, every pack member watching from afar. All awed, marveling.
No Alpha had ever received such a blessing, and yet mine had taken the form of something both vicious and graceful. I swallowed hard and turned away with another shaky sigh.
I was famished. Strangely, I found myself craving only Lycannar’s roasted meat.
Returning to the bed, I sat down. Blue quickly helped me lean against the headboard, then carefully covered me with a blanket.
“My lady,” she whispered, her voice heavy with concern. I looked at her gently, lips pale. “My lady, you do not look well.”
I lowered my gaze, swallowing. The visit to the holy chamber had drained me completely.
“What is today’s date?” I murmured softly.
“Next tomorrow is the full moon, my lady,” she replied, and I froze. “You have been inside the holy chamber for weeks. You only returned earlier today.”
A shaky sigh left me,
My love would have been waiting all this time. I had promised I would come before the full moon. Setting my jaw, I turned to Isolde, who stood nearby with a jealous expression directed at Blue.
“Leave us,” I ordered. She stared at me as if in awe before bowing and leaving with the other maids, closing the door behind them.
Once Blue and I were alone, I turned to her,
“Tell me.”
She came to sit on the fur rug, taking my hand before she began.
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“My lady, I have listened and eavesdropped, and I overheard whispers too. The head of the court ladies and maids… Isolde means well. She is only jealous because you give me more attention. I don’t think she harbors ill feelings toward you.”
I nodded at this. Isolde had been assigned to me by my father and had cared for me since I was a child.
I sighed. Feeling guilty for being harsh to her.
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“The elder you stripped of his title has moved with his family to the outskirts of Ash Pack. He has already joined the farmers there. I followed one of the maids to his neighbor’s home for supplies and lingered a while, but he gave off no aura of hate, nor anything that suggested he might rebel later.”
I swallowed, nodding for her to go on.
“During dinners and in some meetings that Beta Jurrek holds about the Pack’s welfare, I overheard discussions. One elder, Sherry, opposed the idea of you and My King’s relationship.”
“How?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
“He said My King is a Lycan, and if you marry him and bear pups, they would be hybrids.”
I swallowed again. The thought had never truly crossed my mind. Not once had I thought that far except… yes, once. Lycannar had spoken of pups. He had wanted as many as my body could give.
Now I wondered how he would react if he ever learned I could not give him any, bound as I was by the decree of the Moon Goddess.
“How about Jurrek? What did he say?”
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“Beta Jurrek grew furious and dismissed Elder Sherry immediately. He declared that whatever the Alpha desires will be followed, and your words are law.” Blue smiled faintly, then added, “Beta Jurrek is kind to me. He ordered dresses be brought for me, and each time we meet, he asks if I have eaten. One night, when passing by, he stopped to ask about my princess.”
I flinched. Princess?
“Which of the princesses?” I asked carefully.
“Princess Mearez. I told him she was well the last time I saw her. Then, hesitating, he asked another question. He asked if she was betrothed. I told him no.”
I sighed, relief thawing the tightness in my chest. Could it mean Jurrek had also noticed Princess Mearez? Could it mean…
“My lady?” Blue’s voice pulled me back, and I turned to her in silence. “My lady, someone summoned me in secret. I think… she is the one you should be wary of.”
My heart sank. My eyes fixed on her sharply.
“Who?”
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“It is your aunt,” she replied, and I flinched. “She summoned me to her abode, entertained me with a delicious meal, then took me to see fine dresses and beautiful shoes. She claimed all of it would be mine if I answered her questions.”
I exhaled shakily, my chest heaving.
“She asked about My King. She asked if he knew who you really are.”
I frown, confusion twisting my features, concern immediately prickling through me.
“Why would she want any information about Lycannar?”
“That is what surprises me, My lady,” Blue replies with a soft sigh. “She seemed desperate to know. Not only that, she asked if the relationship between you both is genuine. If he isn’t just a womanizer spinning lies to you.”
I swallow hard. Goosebumps crawl across my skin as I look away, heart tightening.
Wait a second. Still… is Lycannar betrothed? Is the wedding ceremony still proceeding?
“I heard words, My lady,” Blue continues, her voice careful. “From the traders returning from the neighboring pack. They gossip about the Lycan King and the wedding ceremony he was supposed to have.”
My heart thuds, and I turn to her, waiting. Fear claws at me. What if he truly is still betrothed?
Blue studies me silently, then allows a small smile, almost like she cannot hold herself back.
“You love him so much,” she says, her hand brushing mine. “You don’t even bother hiding it anymore. My King rejected the marriage decree. Words say he burned it right before the bride and her father. He declared he is committed to you, and anyone who doubts that will pay with their life. That is what I heard, My lady.”
My mind blanks for a moment, then my heart swells, lifting with warmth and relief. Lycannar… he would do exactly that. That fearless audacity to defy a decree. It fits him perfectly. He alone has the courage, the authority, the audacity to do so. Discover more novels at fіndnovel.net
I swallow again, and just like that, my mood shifts. Curiosity about my aunt can wait. I will celebrate ascension and Lycannar’s devotion first.
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“Blue,” I say, my voice firm and certain, “call upon Isolde. Tell her to make a hearty meal. I am famished.”
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“I, Zephyrine Ashmere, take my vow tonight as the Alpha of Ash Pack.”
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The rituals were completed. I had drunk, I had eaten the necessary, and I had spoken the words that bound Jurrek to me. Now I could feel his energy clearer than ever.
But aside from that, I felt weak. All I wanted was to lay in bed with Lycannar and not wake until the pain waned. Yet that night, I found myself standing before the building where Luna Tahlia resided in my pack.
Jurrek had brought word that she wished for a visit, and tonight I chose to spare her my attention. Tomorrow is the eve of the full moon, and if I recalled correctly, it will be the day Lycannar’s Beta would take the vow with him.
The night was cold, aura heavy around me, court ladies trailing behind. Guards were not yet assigned, but I intended to make arrangements before bed.
At last, the door opened, and she appeared, carrying young Black in her arms. She bowed deeply, but I ignored the gesture, instead taking the child from her.
A smile curled at the corner of my lips as the boy reached for my face, but soon sadness sank in. A pup. Something I might never have.
I lowered my gaze and passed young Black into Blue’s arms. Just like that, my mood shifted.
I walked ahead, beckoning Luna Tahlia to join me.
“How is Ash Pack treating you?” I asked. She faltered in her steps, forcing me to stop as well.
I turned toward her under the path of the lit lamps, the dark sky broad above us. She stared at me as though
I were not even real, then bowed again, unable to contain her thoughts.
“Alpha Zephyrine,” she whispered.
I swallowed hard. The title felt heavier than anything I had ever wanted to bear.
“You should not be so formal. Soon you will be the mother of an Alpha. Do not bow before me.”
To this, she swallowed and stepped closer, sighing.
“About that… I have thought long on it.” I studied her, seeing the change in her spirit. “Peace… it is here. After that night my mother died, something in me shifted. I no longer wish for that post for young Black.”
“Luna Tahlia…”
“You are an Alpha. A warrior. You command the largest and most respected pack, and I have seen what you are capable of. You are pure. You kill only for justice, for peace but the Yadev…. they are cruel. They are worse. I do not want to cross their path again. I was only lucky you saved me that night. I want nothing with them. Let them have the pack.”
She was panicking, her voice trembling, yet she sounded reasonable. Still, I did not agree. I stepped closer,
pinning my gaze to hers.
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“You truly would let Kaela and her father go free after what they did to you?” I asked, and she swallowed hard. “The disgrace. The lies. The pack they stole?”
“But…”
“You still have followers, Luna Tahlia. Many would despise the Yadevs‘ rule. Would you not save them?”
She lowered her gaze, sadness flickering across her face, and I caught it.”
“If it were up to me, I would never let Kaela go so easily,” she admitted; looking up with a shaky sigh. “My husband and I had the perfect relationship until she began seducing him after returning from her mission of peace. The night I caught them in bed together… everything changed. She is a wrecker. You cannot imagine what she is truly like. You will never know.”
Her words struck me like a blade. My breath stilled, the cold night closing around me. Kaela. That vile, grasping woman.
The whispers I had heard, that Alpha Black betrayed his Luna, suddenly twisted into something darker, uglier. And now I knew.
The woman who destroyed their marriage, who spread rot through her home, was Kaela.
Rage swelled beneath my skin, sharp and burning. My hands curled, nails biting into my palms. For a fleeting moment I wanted to tear her name from the earth itself, to grind the memory of her existence into
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I studied Luna Tahlia again. She swallowed hard, eyes wide on me, but all I could feel was the bitter taste of fury in my throat. A shaky sigh escaped before I could contain it.
“I never thought we would share a common enemy, Luna Tahlia,” I said at last, my voice harsher than intended. Then I scoffed bitterly. “But Kaela is not even worthy to be mine. For all she has done, you should not consider her yours either, for bedding your husband. Focus only on young Black.”
I stepped forward and reached for her hand. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly placed her palm over mine.
“I beg you, Alpha Zephyrine,” she whispered. “I do not want to fight for the pack. Please, I will do anything to repay you for offering me shelter. A maid has even been assigned to me. I am grateful. It is more than enough. Lately, I have thought of helping with tasks, anything to be useful. But I cannot go back to Blackbridge Pack. I beg you.”
Her words sink into me. Nothing in her longs to fight back. I search her eyes again, about to respond, when movement ahead catches my attention.
Jurrek Bane.
“Alpha Zephyrine,” he calls, taking in my title without hesitation, as though he has long awaited to address me as Alpha.
He approaches and bows. To Luna Tahlia, he offers a slight bow, and she responds in kind.
“Alpha Zephyrine,” he says, turning back to me. “Alpha Orod of Horn Pack is here. He says he has urgent
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I raise an eyebrow, confusion prickling at me. Alpha Orod, one of the Alpha I approached on behalf of Hue Pack, when Nyroth’s pack was down. He agreed to the trade out of respect for me and sealed the deal with Hue Pack. Now he is here without warning. Why?
“He said it is about Blackbridge Pack,” Jurrek adds, and Luna Tahlia and I exchange a knowing look.
“Come with me,” I say to Luna Tahlia, and Jurrek leads the way into the meeting hall.
I stop at the entrance, eyes fixed on Alpha Orod and his beta. The guards stand motionless like statues, lamp flames flickering along the walls.
Alpha Orod swallows hard as he sees me.
“You are an Alpha now. You took your vow… and yet you didn’t invite anyone to rejoice with you?”
I step forward, walking toward him.
“The ceremony will be made, Alpha Orod, I assure you. A moment that will be remembered forever. But for now… why have you come?”
He sighs and shifts his gaze to Jurrek behind me. I notice Luna Tahlia lingering in the hallway, silent, listening. I understand. Her death registration was finalized weeks ago. No one knows she is alive within my pack. Not until Alpha Orod proves his intentions will she reveal herself.
“I received an invitation from Alpha Nyroth of Hue Pack a few days ago but concerning the rumor that you are in a relationship with the Lycan King, I ignored the invitation.” he begins. “Then I ran into him at an Alphas‘ meeting earlier today. You won’t believe what he said.”
I keep my eyes on him, silent, waiting.
“He was with Kaela Yadev. They proposed a huge deal… rumors to be spread. They need Horn Pack’s support to come to Ash Pack and save it.”
I stiffen, brow arching.
“How… save Ash Pack?”
“They claim it has no Alpha. That it is a pack where medals and honors earned by your forefathers were stolen and manipulated. They want to spread the rumor that the last warlord bribe the high council to earn respect, leaving the pack rotten and its members dying behind the walls. They intend to save it.”
Silence falls like a weight. I stare at Alpha Orod, yet do not truly see him. Then laughter bursts from me, startling in its intensity.
I turn to Jurrek, chuckling, and slowly make my way toward the chair. But just as suddenly, the laughter dies, replaced by something primal. Chapters first released on find(ɴ)ovel.net
I had even considered forgiving them for taking Blackbridge Pack. The audacity of those two nitwits, thinking Ash Pack is theirs to hijack. The honors of my forefathers, achieved through blood and strategy, stolen through bribery?
Such a grave, unforgivable mistake.
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“My King?” Anahita called from behind. “It is done.”
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For a long moment, I simply stood in the corridor, my back resting against the wall, my hands folded on my chest, and my gaze fixed on the gate ahead.
I feel… an emptiness that twists my chest, a longing so sharp it makes me almost sick. I lower my gaze and sigh, resigned that she won’t be coming today either.
I turn slowly and step into my bed chamber, stopping in my tracks. Preparations had been made, my orders followed as well, and now standing there, I see the work done, everything more perfect than I could have imagined.
The chamber had been altered at my command. The library remained untouched, but everything else, the cloth racks, the bed, the dining table had been transformed.
The bed was the same, but its position had changed. Bed sheets, meticulously arranged. Beside my section of the clothing racks, a feminine section had been reserved for my Queen, Zephyrine.
Gowns from the finest designers, embroidered with exquisite fabrics, lined the racks. Robes, elegant shoes, everything she could possibly need and a full–length mirror stood nearby, curtained so I would not catch my reflection.
I moved toward the dining area. Small, yet exquisite. Two chairs, newly polished, and a table draped in linens embroidered with the crest of my kingdom.
Even the bed’s canopy had been altered, a thin linen curtain now wrapped delicately around it, and above, an embroidered sketch of her face, my first vision of her each morning.
Anahita had directed it all when she brought the items, unable to cross the threshold herself. She had entrusted Chantel to arrange everything. Even my bodyguard, who never takes orders from anyone, had obeyed this time, knowing it would bring me peace. For that, I appreciated him more than I could say.
I stepped quietly into the living room, and it was even more breathtaking than my bed chamber.
Everything that had once been stark and black had been softened, transformed. My two sisters were there, overseeing each detail, ensuring it was perfect.
A window I had never opened before was left ajar, letting a cool breeze drift in, the curtain swaying gently,
“Lycannar?” Serena’s voice came from behind, her eyes flicking to Mearez.
Weeks had passed, and tomorrow I would take my vow with Baron as my beta. Yet, I felt choked by it all, unable to focus. Petitions signed, decrees stamped, but meetings at the throne chamber? Those could wait.
“Are you okay?” Mearez asked. Silence stretched. For a moment, I only stared at her blankly. Then I closed the distance and embraced her. Her hug was tight, gentle, and soothing.
“You will be fine. She will come back,” she assured me. “She will be back.”
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I kissed her cheek, stepped back, and turned to Anahita, the elderly overseer of all the maids.
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She had brought Blue up under my orders, ensuring she wanted for nothing. One of the few I could meet eye–to–eye with, even invite into my Black Tower. I nodded my appreciation; she bowed, a smile on her lips signaling peace.
After a while, she and her maids departed. Silence settled. I sensed Serena at the door, Chantel in the bed chamber.
“Do you think she will like it?” I asked, unsure, my voice almost a whisper. “Do you think she will still love me?”
Mearez stepped closer, taking my hand, her gaze piercing mine.
“Zephyrine is not wayward, nor a woman who speaks without meaning. She promised to come back, and I am certain she will be pleased with the changes you made. This is a big step on your part, Lycan.”
She swallowed, then moved closer, eyes searching mine.
“Lycannar… don’t you think it’s time you tell her who you really are?”
My chest tightened at her words. To reveal myself to Zephyrine would be simple. What wasn’t simple was anticipating her reaction.
What if she pulled away? What if she said I wasn’t who she fell for, that we should go separate ways?
“You have to make her understand,” Serena’s voice came forward, as if reading my thoughts. “Who you are… she will accept it, because she loves you.”
“And what if she doesn’t?” I asked softly. “What if she gets scared and leaves?”
“Lycan…” Mearez began, but I whispered before she could continue.
“You know I will never let her go. Whether she wants it or not.”
I saw her gulp and then nod. Everyone knew I am already obsessed with Zephyrine. I would do everything good or bad, monstrous or tender to keep her. She is my anchor. The only woman, aside from my sister, who loved me genuinely.
I swallowed hard, thinking of another woman who had once loved me, given me her body, her heart, and her time. I could not feel for her.
Our brief relationship had left only emptiness. My demon cousin, Xyrrha Abyss, the war general who had led the grave battle five years ago. She had loved me, too, but nothing I felt for her compared to what I felt for Zephyrine.
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The door opens gently for me, and I step inside quietly, Blue and Isolde behind me. After confirming that Isolde’s jealousy is harmless, I focus on her too and decide to make amends. Somehow, I trust Blue completely.
First, because she is pure–blooded Lycan who has suffered enough as an orphan. Second, because she loves and respects Lycannar unconditionally, even after all he did to her mother. And third, because she is sweet and genuine, willing to do her best for me.
Under the late–night sky, I honor the invitation for dinner. My aunt had sent the word, and as her blood, I must obey, despite my position as Alpha.
Alpha Orod had departed with his beta, and I had thanked him for his loyalty.
Luna Tahlia had not yet revealed herself; it would be safe for another day. The fact that Young Black is alive alone could shake the entire empire but later, not now.
“Alpha Zephyrine,” my aunt Kostyra greeted as she appeared in the hall, bowing.
I did not respond immediately, instead staring at her blankly, wondering why she was so curious about Lycannar. Why did she need to know anything about my relationship with him?
“Aunty,” I called at last, closing the distance to hug her. She stiffened, then relaxed, guiding me gently toward the dining area. Get full chapters from find⦿novel.net
Lord Yua, her husband, was already seated, along with three of my relatives. I smiled faintly and settled into the seat reserved for me.
“Since you do not want a big ceremony yet for Yoir ascension, we have decided to make dinner,” Lord Yua said. I nodded, eyes on the dishes, feeling Blue’s watchful gaze behind me.
“I still can’t believe you are here,” my aunt said as she settled with her cutlery. “It has been five years… such a long time. And yet you return… able… and even in a relationship with a King.”
I swallowed. Here we go again. I lowered my gaze to the wine poured for me by a maid. Red, like blood, and for a brief moment, memories of the past flashed before me.
I haven’t slept since returning. The only time I closed my eyes peacefully was when I passed out after the Moon Goddess’s blessing. The battle five years ago still haunted me whenever I am here in my pack.
“I heard Apex is cursed… I mean, we all know he is cursed. Are you okay with all that?” my Uncle Yua asked, bluntly. I swallowed.
“What bothers me,” I murmured quietly, “is your concern about it. I wasn’t even bothered. Why should you be?”
I looked up, meeting his gaze, and he understood the tension. He smiled gently and cleared his throat.
“Never mind, my husband,” my aunt said with a small laugh. “You know what they say about Apex. They say he is forever exiled to the Black Tower. He is not innocent either, with women loving him for his unnatural
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beauty. And men… you know men. Once they see a woman’s body, they are easily distracted.”
I could not help but smile.
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“If that’s how my uncle gets distracted,” I replied quietly, “Aunty, I’d say you deserve far better. Lycannar… yeah, women will fall for his unnatural beauty, but he does not get distracted. What is between us is genuine.”
“In that case, it is too bad you can’t have him,” my uncle muttered, taunting. “As Alpha of this pack, you won’t do anything that would bring chaos to your people.”
I swallowed hard. He had won, gravely, deeply. By the Moon Goddess’s decree and blessing, I could not lay with any man I was not mated to. Once I rejected Nyroth, I would wait for a second chance mate. Only then…
I lowered my gaze and sighed. My aunt reached out, caressing my palm.
“Zephyrine, you are still my niece, even though you are an Alpha now. Why not let go of Lycannar and focus fully on the pack? There will be many suitors crawling at your feet. What do you say?”
The tremor in her voice, the coldness from her touch, told me something darker. That she wanted me away from Lycannar. But why?
I looked up at her and smiled softly.
“Have you ever met him? The Lycan King?”
She swallowed, shaking her head.
“Good night, aunty. Thank you for the meal.”
I rose and hurried through the hall. Before reaching my quarters, I passed Jurrek, who had appeared on my command. I bypassed him, commanding as I walked.
“Come in.”
He hesitated, the awe from my maids obvious. No man dared cross this threshold, but I knew Jurrek Bane. He felt no romantic inclination toward me.
I entered my chamber, walking toward the letter I had written and sealed. With a lump in my throat, I turned to Jurrek, who had stepped in reluctantly, and handed him the letter.
Isolde stopping right outside behind those close doors where she can’t hear me.
“Ride the fastest horse, Jurrek. To everyone, you are only on a mission for the welfare of the pack. Truthfully, you are delivering a letter to the man who has words about my brother. Tomorrow morning, I leave for White Pack. Once you have delivered the letter and receive response, come find me.”
He swallowed hard and took the letter carefully. Then he asked, eyes on me,
“Your spirit guard… what about him?”
“Where is he?” I asked.
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“In the underground chamber, empty for years now,” he replied quietly. “The pack members are still shaken by his appearance. I am afraid without you, he might get out.”
I sighed and walked to the window, staring out. A dragon is my spirit guard. One who could rage and breathe fire.
I lowered my gaze and nodded.
“He won’t cause any problems. As my spirit guard, he knows protecting Ash Pack is his first priority.” I corrected myself. “Protecting me is his first priority. Since I am not in danger… he won’t go berserk.”
“Such a powerful beast,” Blue murmured. “My lady… what shall we call him?”
I looked away briefly, thinking.
“Le Fey,” I answered quietly.