Mated To The Vengeful Wolf King

Liana Is Dead!

Ronan’s POV:

The meeting hall was eerily quiet as I sat at the head of the long oak table, my fists clenched tight on the armrests of my chair.

My Pack Elders were gathered around, faces tense and pale, the air was heavy with the scent of their fear.

Good.

They should be afraid.

They should understand the stakes—the power that Alaric, the Wolf King, wielded, and the risk he posed to everything we’d built. My eyes narrowed as I surveyed them, each face more anxious than the last.

They had heard the rumors, the whispers that spread through the Pack like wildfire: Liana, my Luna, had run after the Wolf King. Liana, who some now claimed was his Mate.

“Ronan.” Elder Gregor broke the silence, his deep voice echoing off the stone walls, “We all heard what happened earlier. Is it true? Did Liana... did our Luna truly run after Alaric?”

I didn’t answer immediately, letting the question hang in the air. My wolf, Andal, growled low in my mind, his fury matching mine.

“She’s yours.” Andal rumbled. “She belongs to us.”

“Of course she did.” I snapped, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “And that’s exactly why I’ve summoned you all here. We will deal with the Wolf King, and we will make him pay for setting foot on our lands.” My words were hard, unyielding, and I could see the doubt lingering in their eyes. I knew what they were thinking. I knew they were scared.

I wasn’t going to let them see my fear, or my rage, or the way the word Mate had cut through me like a knife.

“Send out a search party.” I ordered. “I want Alaric found—dead or alive. Bring him back to me, and if he resists, kill him. No mercy.” My gaze moved to Elder Henry, a seasoned warrior who had led countless hunts. “Henry, you’ll lead the party. Take the strongest hunters we have. No one rests until that bastard is brought to his knees.”

“Yes, Alpha.” Henry said, as he bowed his head.

“Another group will be assigned to guard the Packhouse.” I continued. “I don’t want so much as a shadow passing by without our knowledge. Double the patrols, increase the rotations—no one gets in or out without my permission.”

The Elders nodded, exchanging glances. They were afraid, and that was exactly what I needed them to be.

Fear kept them loyal.

Fear kept them obedient.

“And Cassia Zubin.” I said, turning to Elder Marlow, a thin, wiry man who had a talent for tracking. “I want her found and brought to the Packhouse, unharmed. She’s a descendant of one of the families that cursed Alaric. If he can’t be captured, then we’ll force her to do what’s necessary to put him back in his eternal slumber.”

“And if she refuses?” Marlow asked, his brow furrowed.

“She won’t.” I said coldly. “She’ll understand the consequences of defying an Alpha. Make her see reasons.”

“Understood.” Marlow replied, as he bowed and forced out a smile.

The room was growing warmer. I knew what was coming, knew that they weren’t satisfied with my answers.

“Alpha.” Elder Gregor began again, his eyes narrowed. “There are rumors spreading... that the Wolf King and our Luna are Mates.”

I slammed my fist down on the table, the wood splintering under the force. “She is my Luna.” I snarled, my voice echoing through the hall. “Alaric has no claim over her, do you hear me? She belongs to me and to this Pack, and I will not allow some cursed relic to challenge that.”

“But, Alpha ” Gregor continued, his voice more cautious. “If Alaric is truly her Mate, then the bond—”

“Damn the bond!” I roared, rising from my chair so quickly that it scraped against the stone floor. My wolf, Andal, was on edge, prowling in the back of my mind, furious at the mere suggestion. “She’s ours.” he growled again, and I agreed with every word.

“Ronan.” Elder Marlow said quietly. “We are not questioning your right to Liana. But Alaric is powerful, and if he truly has a bond with her, he may stop at nothing to reclaim her. Perhaps... it might be wiser to give Liana to him, to forge a truce. To avoid a war that we may not be able to win.”

A short silence followed his words, every eye fixed on me, waiting to see how I’d react. My blood boiled, and a cold fury settled over my mind. Give Liana away? Give away what is mine? The very suggestion was enough to make my vision blur with rage.

“No!” I said, my voice deadly calm. “I will never give Liana away. She is mine. This Pack is mine. Alaric is nothing more than a threat—a threat that will be dealt with. There will be no truce, no surrender. He will die, and we will end this. Is that clear?”

The Elders exchanged glances, but none of them dared to speak against me.

They knew better.

They knew what it meant to cross an Alpha.

“Send another group to research the lineage of the witches.” I said, my voice calmer once more. “Find out if there are any others still alive who might have ties to the curse that binds Alaric. We need every advantage we can get.”

Elder Marlow nodded, and the others murmured their agreement, though I could still feel the unease in the air. I didn’t care. I had no intention of letting them question my authority or my claim over Liana.

“They doubt you.” Andal’s voice rumbled.

“Let them doubt.” I responded silently. “As long as they obey.”

Just then, the doors to the hall burst open, and Vera came stumbling inside, her face pale and eyes wide with terror. I turned sharply to face her, anger rising at the interruption. “What is it?” I demanded.

“Alpha.” She gasped, her voice breaking with panic. “Liana—she... she’s not breathing!”

My blood ran cold, and for a moment, I could only stare at her, not understanding. “What did you say?” I hissed, the words barely making it past my clenched teeth.

“I-I went to check on her again, like you ordered.” Vera stammered, tears streaming down her face. “She was... she was lying there, so still. I thought she was asleep, but then I saw... the blood.” Her voice broke into a sob, and she covered her mouth with a shaking hand. “I think she slit her wrist open, Alpha. She... she’s dead.”

A roar ripped from my throat, and I moved so fast that I barely registered the movement until I had Vera by the collar, lifting her off her feet. “You’re lying!” I shouted, shaking her as the hall erupted into chaos.

“I swear, Alpha!” She cried, her eyes wide with fear. “She’s... she’s gone. She’s gone!”

The room spun, my mind racing, my heart pounding as I let her go, shoving her away from me. No. No, this can’t be happening. My world was collapsing around me, and the rage, the fury, the hatred that boiled within threatened to tear me apart.