Alpha Queen and Her Fated Mate

*both worlds* In a long time past, humans and werewolves shared the world in harmony. The werewolves were a special breed, able to transform to wolves under the full moon, heal rapidly and move with astonishing speed. They possessed superhuman strength, and their pale skin and sparkling blue eyes set them apart from the average human. As time went on, humans began to fear the power of these werewolves, worried that they would be wiped out or subjugated by this stronger race. Their paranoia turned to anger, and soon a declaration of war was issued. For years, humanity and werewolves clashed in a bloody conflict. The conflict came at a terrible cost. Humanity had lost one-fifth of its population, with families torn apart. And while the werewolves had far fewer casualties, their losses were irreplaceable. As the war finally came to an end, both sides were left to pick up the pieces of what remained. Humans finally came to terms that these powerful beings could never be defeated, so they decided to surrender and beg for mercy. The werewolves knew that their peace was fragile, and they didn't want to be forced into another war. So they turned to the moon goddess for guidance, and she showed them the way to a hidden land, deep beneath the earth. There, they created a new nation, far from the humans who feared and hated them. They began to rebuild their lives, and they vowed to never again allow themselves to be used as pawns in a human war. The werewolves called their new nation Unar, and they protected it with powerful magic. Anyone who tried to find Unar would find themselves lost and turned around, unable to locate the hidden land. As time went on, the tales of Unar and its people became nothing more than myth and legend. The people of Unar faded from the minds of humans, until they were little more than a story told to children at bedtime. Even with all the advancements in technology, no one was able to find any concrete evidence of the existence of the werewolves. They were a shadow, a whisper in the wind, a memory that was slowly fading away. ********************************************* In modern day, Unar has become a thriving nation, filled with resources and abundance. The monarchy, selected by the moon goddess herself, brought peace and prosperity to the werewolf people. The current king, Athda, had three daughters, all of whom were being groomed to take over the throne. But there was trouble brewing in the shadows, as Athda’s brother, Andron, grew jealous of his brother's power and position. Andron, second in line to the throne, had always wanted to be king. But when Athda, his older brother, was crowned instead, Andron felt betrayed. He believed that he was a better ruler than Athda, and he resented the fact that the throne had been stolen from him. He bided his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. Unbeknownst to the people of Unar, a storm was brewing, a storm that could tear their kingdom apart. It was a cool evening when Andron sought an audience with the king, his brother. They were both left alone to converse, but that was part of Andron’s scheme to attack. The signal light shone brightly through the window, illuminating the dark night sky. It was the signal Andron had planned for months, and it was finally time to put his plan into action. As the light shone through the window, his army of men began to move towards the palace. They knew what they had to do, and they were ready to carry out Andron's orders. The king was about to learn a harsh lesson about the dangers of trusting the wrong people. Athda barely had time to process what was happening when the silver blade struck him in the back of the neck. He fell to the ground, blood pooling beneath him. Athda's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked up at Andron. “Wh..why?” he stuttered. “You are weak! This great nation deserves a better ruler!” Andron replied coldheartedly as he watched his brother fall to the ground. Andron stood over his brother's body, savoring the moment he had dreamed of for so long. Andron's army was stealthy and efficient, taking out the palace guards without making a sound. They moved quickly through the halls, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpets on the floor. Their destination was the headquarters, where the king's family resided. The guards at the door were the last obstacle in their way, but they were no match for Antron's well-trained men. Ciara, the eldest daughter of King Athda, was sound asleep in her chamber when a loud bang on the door startled her awake. She rubbed her eyes and made her way to the door, wondering who could possibly be knocking so late at night. She opened the door a c***k, peering out into the darkness beyond. When she opened the door, it was her mother. “ mother? W..wha..what’s going on?" “There is no time for questions Ciara, I’m going to say this once so listen to me!” She said with tears rolling down her cheeks as she held her hand tightly. “ your father.. your sisters.. they are all dead!..I..” “What?!..what do you mean? What’s going on!!?” Ciara asked, her body trembling with fear. “Listen!!” her mother yelled. “Andron is taking over the palace and he has killed your father and sisters.. there is no time to explain, his minions are coming for you! You need to leave this place immediately! I’ll hold them off!”. “Leave?! No! I can’t leave you. I can’t leave my sisters.. I..I need to get Father!..I..” “You are not listening to me!!.. Here, take this!” She hands her an ancient book written in strange letters. “Take this book, it will guide you to the allegiance. They will protect you, and they will help you to find your destiny. Let them know who you are, and when you unlock your full potential as the one true alpha, chosen by the moon goddess to be the heir and rightful ruler of this nation and you shall return to Unar to claim back your kingdom and free your people,... You have a great journey ahead of you, but I know that you are strong and you will succeed. This is your destiny, and you must embrace it. I know someday you will lead your people to greatness." Ciara's eyes widened as she took the book from her mother's hands. She still couldn't quite believe what she was hearing, but she could feel the weight of her destiny. "I... I don't want to leave you, mother! Come with me," she said. Her mother smiled as she brought out a small knife. She cut some strands of her hair and dropped them on the floor. Then, she took Ciara's hand, made a small cut, and poured her fluid in circles with the strands of hair in the middle. *bang bang bang!!* As the men on the other side of the door pounded away, trying to break it down, Ciara’s mother yelled, "I will always be with you! Your father and sisters will guide you on your path! Hamda seba!" Then, with a wave of her hand, she broke the circle in half, and a portal to the surface opened. "Mother, please come with me!" Ciara pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, my child, but I can't," Her mother said, her eyes shining with sadness. "This is your journey, and you must take it alone." As Ciara tried to protest, her mother gently pushed her into the portal. "No!" Ciara yelled as she fell through the portal. The last thing Ciara saw was her mother's face, as she was falling through the portal. She closed her eyes, fearing the worst. But as she fell, she could feel the book in her hand glowing, and a warmth spread through her body.