-back at the royal palace-The alpha kingAt this point in my life, it just feels like I am already a dead were wolf walking. My heart is gone and I am so weak that it is even harder for me to move. What is it that I was thinking when I banished my mate in such a manner. I was so blinded by greed that I even planned to have her killed.In the wake of my reckless actions, I found myself consumed by a suffocating remorse that seemed to weigh heavily on my every step. Regret gnawed at the corners of my consciousness, a constant companion reminding me of the irreversible choices I had made. The world around me had lost its vibrancy, and the once-familiar paths felt shrouded in shadows.As I moved through the days, a deep sense of emptiness settled within me. The echoes of her laughter, the warmth of her touch, and the light in her eyes all seemed like distant memories that I had foolishly let slip away. The realization of what I had sacrificed was a constant ache in my chest, a reminder of
The arena’s jubilant clamor continued, but within the cocoon of our shared gaze, time seemed to slow down. It was as if the world had fallen away, leaving just the two of us locked in a moment that held the weight of an eternity. I found myself lost in the depths of her eyes, a sea of emotions reflected back at me. There was understanding in her gaze, an acknowledgment of the complexity of our situation, and perhaps even a glimmer of forgiveness.As the noise of the crowd ebbed and flowed around us, I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts and finding the courage to speak the words that had been weighing on my heart.“Hazel, I know I can never undo the mistakes I’ve made,” I began, my voice soft but resolute. “I’ve caused you pain and I regret every moment of it. But I want you to know that I’m committed to making amends, to earning back your trust.”Her gaze remained steady, and I could see the turmoil of emotions within her, the struggle to reconcile the past with the present. I u
-Crown Prince Inas-I have no idea where that monster came from. At first I thought he was nothing but a mad man when he came in to the arena with out a single weapon. I and every one else in the arena laughed out asses off as it could have only been due to madness that any male would attempt such a thing no doubt some one who was the Coren prince.His dark hair and his green eyes made it seem like I was staring straight in to the eyes of father. He inherited the features of the royal family, features that even I could not fully inherit. Not only that, on his right shoulder he held the birth mark that for centuries, has been the sign of the alpha king.Did father have a bastard child? That would be the only plausible explanation. All my life I had lived with being the only one that would ever be able to inherit the throne. All I was concerned with was trying to increase my power and control over the members of the royal family and the higher society.Things have changed. I suffered a
-Abel-(The last son of the ducal house hold)---As the chaos swirled around me in the now tumultuous arena, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and trepidation. I knew deep down that I had nothing to do with the Baron's poisoning, yet the weight of the situation hung heavily on my shoulders. The truth was undeniable: the attack had been intended for my sister, Hazel. It was a sinister plot that had left our world teetering on the brink of upheaval.I took a step back, deliberately keeping myself out of Hazel's sight. In the wake of her awakening as the Lunari, she radiated an ethereal, goddess-like aura. It was awe-inspiring, yes, but it also left me feeling strangely out of place. How was I supposed to relate to her now, when she had ascended to such a celestial status? The familiar dynamics of our sibling relationship felt suddenly inadequate in the face of her newfound power.Despite my reservations, the yearning to see and speak with my sister was undeniable. The bond th
-Abel-(the last son of the ducal household)The arena, a tempest of frenetic energy, reverberated with a cacophony that seemed to stretch into eternity, a swirling maelstrom of motion and sound that enshrouded us in its chaotic embrace. Amidst this tumultuous symphony, I found myself ensnared in a suspended moment, a sanctuary of stillness within the roaring storm, a breathless pause in the relentless march of time. It was as though the universe had conspired to grant me this brief respite, a stolen pocket of tranquility amidst the relentless torrent.In these rare interludes, when the world seemed to hold its breath, the mantle of guild mastery, with all its veiled authority and weighty responsibility, felt like a distant relic, a sepia-toned memory from a bygone era. The echoes of whispered secrets and covert missions, the threads of influence woven through the kingdom's tapestry, all faded to mere whispers in the face of this overwhelming spectacle.Yet, as my gaze fell upon my eld
The alpha king of the kingdom“It has been confirms your grace, there is indeed a male who has green eyes and black hair and indeed your majesty, he does have the mark of the alpha kings that have ruled the kingdom generation after generation. It seems that the decisions from the last has finally shown itself again your majesty” my butler said as I stared out of the window in my chambers.I do not have the will or the energy to respond to him as I know that every thing that he has spoken is the truth. The child that I and my mate bore still lives and I feel my heart beating for the very first time. But if I were to be very honest with myself, for the first time since I made that mistake, I felt like I was truly alive. Even if it costs me my life as a were wolf, I would do all that I can to give him his rightful place and correct the mistake of the past.As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the land, the gravity of my butler's words settled into the very ma
-Back at the Penin village-In the wake of the Baron's untimely demise, a shroud of solemnity enveloped the village. The dust had settled, but the air still hung heavy with the weight of their loss. The once-thriving estate now echoed with the emptiness of absence.As news of the Baron's passing spread, his elder brother wasted no time. Swiftly, he arrived at the estate, bearing an air of entitlement and determination. He asserted his claim to the title and the inheritance that came with it. It was a move met with both trepidation and defiance by the vassals who had grown accustomed to the late Baron's benevolent rule.Yet, within the confines of the kingdom's statutes, the older brother's demand held a legal standing. With the Baron leaving behind no heir of his own, the law supported this petition for succession. The vassals found themselves at a crossroads, torn between their loyalty to the late Baron's memory and the binding words of the kingdom's laws.Their dilemma deepened with
-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