Claiming Her Reign

chater 10

Xian'na pov

As her voice rose, the head maid, Elara, stepped forward, her face pale. “M-miss Chloe, please! She is a guest of Alpha Davon, you cannot—”

Chloe simply roared, her pack status giving her a voice laced with raw dominance. “SILENCE! You pathetic vermin, get back to your cleaning! My business is with this new piece of trash who thinks she can stand around doing nothing while dressed in silks. Go! Now!”

The maids flinched, terrified, and scattered back to their duties. Chloe stood over me, her eyes glittering with pure malice.

“You, girl,” she spat, her attention fixed solely on me. “You think a pretty dress makes you exempt from work? I’m going to show you exactly where you stand.”

Before I could even process the warning, her hand shot out. Her fingers were brutal and strong, curling around a handful of my long hair near the roots. A sharp, blinding pain erupted through my scalp as she yanked my head back violently.

“Let go of me!” I managed to choke out, the old terror fighting the new rage. I tried to pull away, tried to scream out my new title—sister of the Alpha!—but the pain was too sharp, too immediate.

She didn't let up. Using my hair as a leash, she began dragging me toward the great mahogany doors that led to the Alpha wing, her grip relentless.

“You dare raise your voice to the Beta’s sister?” she hissed, yanking my hair harder, forcing me to stumble along. “You will learn respect, and you will learn silence!”

I opened my mouth to shout for Davon, for Kylah, for anyone, but the moment the first syllable escaped my throat, her free hand whipped through the air.

SLAP.

The sound echoed through the high-ceilinged hall. My head snapped sideways, the sharp sting filling my ear. My vision blurred.

Before I could recover, before the pain even registered fully, the hand struck again.

SLAP.

The second blow was harder, more deliberate. I tasted blood, and my lip split instantly. Tears of pain, not fear, welled in my eyes. My voice was gone, beaten back down my throat.

She stopped dragging me, dropping her hand but still towering over me, breathing heavily from the exertion of her rage.

“That,” Chloe stated, her voice trembling with satisfaction, “is for insolence. Now, you will follow me, and you will scrub the floors until your hands bleed. Do you understand, slave?”

I stood there, swaying slightly, my cheek burning and my lip throbbing. My human mind was broken, back in the Blue Moon Pack, obedient and terrified. But deep, deep inside, the silence that followed the twin slaps was filled by a sound that made the very air vibrate.

It was the sound of a sacred, primal beast, enraged beyond measure.

“You insolent, filthy creature,” Xiuan’s voice was no longer in my mind; it was in the room, a bone-deep hum of thunder and lightning. “She bullied you, human. And we will not be bullied again! I will teach her a lesson that will burn her for centuries!”

The Holy Wolf wanted blood. She wanted justice, immediate and absolute. Every instinct in the goddess bloodline screamed for retribution. My hand instinctively rose, preparing to unleash the blinding golden power.

“No, Xiuan. Stop!” I forced the thought through the roaring chaos of the power surge. It was an agonizing battle against my own inner beast, the beast that now held the combined fury of generations.

“Yes, we have the power to crush her under our feet. But this is wrong. We don't have to use our power over this lowly creature, Xiuan.”

“She assaulted the Chosen One! She struck the heir! We are the Goddess Bloodline, Xian’na! We are not meant for meekness! Let me give her what she deserves!” Xiuan fought me, the power surging so hard I felt my teeth vibrate.

“No,” I pleaded internally, focusing on the calm, kind eyes of Elara, the head maid, hiding in the corner. “We are the Goddess Bloodline, yes. And we must do the right thing, not punish her for her ignorance. Control, Xiuan. We need control.”

My wolf hesitated. The fury did not vanish, but the power, the holy resonance, began to retreat, pulling back into the core of my being. Xiuan gave a sound of frustrated, agonized compliance.

“We half agree, human. But if she touches you again…”

I managed to stabilize my focus just as Chloe's eyes blazed with a renewed, vicious determination. Her hand was raised high, muscles taught, ready to strike my face a third time.

Before the blow could land, the great mahogany doors burst open with a crash that overshadowed the echoing slap.

A shadow fell over Chloe.

I looked up, breathing hard, and saw Davon standing there, Kylah beside him, both radiating pure, unadulterated Alpha dominance. Davon’s eyes were narrowed to slits of cold fury, his body rigid with barely suppressed wolf rage.

He saw my split lip, the blood running down my chin, and the desperate tears of pain on my cheeks. He saw Chloe, her hand raised, ready for a final strike.

Davon did not walk. He did not talk. He simply moved forward, and the moment he opened his mouth, the air pressurized.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER?!”

It was not a yell. It was the Alpha Voice at full, destructive power—a command laced with so much raw dominance that it physically shattered the last fragments of Chloe’s arrogance. The sheer volume and primal authority of the command knocked the very air from her lungs.

Chloe froze instantly, mid-strike, her body locked into position. Her eyes, filled moments before with venomous pleasure, were now wide, glassy, and fixed in pure, paralyzing terror.

Davon reached her in two long strides. He didn't touch her, but his massive presence, combined with the weight of the Alpha Voice, crushed her spirit.

Kylah rushed to me, pulling me away from the terrifying scene. “Oh, Xian’na, my sweet girl! Look at your lip!” Kylah pulled me into her arms, holding me tightly against her silk dress, her touch a strange mix of sisterly concern and Alpha possessiveness.

Davon stood over Chloe, who was now trembling uncontrollably, the force of his unbridled, protective fury holding her hostage. The moment was suspended, dangerous, and completely silent except for my ragged breathing and Davon’s heavy, wrathful breaths.

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Davon was a statue of fury, his entire body poised like a predator about to strike. He didn’t even need to look at Chloe; the force of his Alpha Voice was still vibrating in the air, holding her captive. Chloe was a pathetic mess, tears streaming down her face, her eyes begging for release.

Kylah was pressing a cool, damp cloth against my bleeding lip, muttering curses under her breath. “That witch! Davon, crush her! Make an example of her for touching the Holy Blood!”

My mind, however, was strangely clear. The sharp pain of the slaps and the residual burn of Xiuan’s suppressed power had focused me. I knew what Davon was about to do. He would execute her, or at least banish her permanently, causing a massive political issue for the Red Moon Pack by targeting his Beta’s sister. He would be punishing ignorance with overkill.

“Davon,” I whispered, and my voice was raw, quiet, and rough from the assault.

He didn't move. He simply growled, a low, murderous sound deep in his chest. “She touched you. She violated our home. She will pay for it.”

“Davon,” I said again, louder this time. I gently pushed Kylah back and took two shaky steps toward my brother. My knees wanted to buckle, but my Goddess blood, now calm and resolute, held me steady. “Look at me.”

He slowly turned his head, his eyes blazing gold with pure Alpha rage. When he finally focused on my face—the bruises, the pain, the determined stillness in my eyes—his rage faltered.

“She is not worth it,” I stated, my voice cutting through the tension, even weaker than his furious growl. “She is an arrogant creature of privilege. We are the Holy Blood. We don’t punish ignorance with destruction. We punish it with humiliation.”

I looked past him, locking eyes with Chloe, who was still frozen. Her fear was absolute.

“Release her, Alpha,” I commanded, using his title with quiet authority. It wasn’t the Alpha Voice, but it was the Holy Voice—a simple, powerful request that demanded compliance.

Davon flinched. He looked from my small, bruised form to the trembling woman on the floor. His wolf howled against the command, demanding retribution, but his inner Alpha recognized the superiority of my restraint. He took a single, shuddering breath, and the crushing pressure in the room immediately released.

Chloe collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably, scrambling away on her hands and knees.

“Go,” Davon commanded, his voice now cold and dangerous, but mercifully human. “Leave this territory. If I ever see your shadow within ten miles of Red Moon lands, I will not hesitate to end you.”

Chloe didn't look back. She scrambled out of the great hall like a scared animal.

The kitchen maids, led by Elara, rushed out of their hiding spots, silent and wide-eyed. They didn't look at Davon; they looked at me, the tiny girl with the bruised face who had just commanded the furious Alpha of the Red Moon Pack.

I leaned against Davon, suddenly exhausted. He immediately wrapped his arms around me, his rage turning to desperate, protective concern.

“That was reckless,” he murmured, pressing his cheek against my hair. “You should have let me deal with her.”

“That was necessary,” I replied, my voice muffled against his chest. “You cannot lead with fury, brother. You must lead with control. Now, can we go to bed? I think Xiuan has earned a nap.”