Chapter six
1154 Words
amara pov
The ceremony was is short.
No music.
Just stone walls, torches, and the weight of something pressing down on my chest.
I stand beside Kael at the center of the chamber, dressed in the red gown he chose. My hands are cold. My name still visible on the marriage certificate.
He doesn’t look at me.
He faces the council.
Twelve men and women sit in a half-circle, cloaked in silver and black. Some stare at me with open disgust. Others with fear. None of them look pleased.
The High Councillor rises slowly.
“This union,” he says carefully, “was not approved.”
Silence.
Kael’s jaw tightens but he still looked calm.
“It does not require your approval,” he replies calmly.
murmur starts through the room.
“The girl is human,” another councillor
My chest tightens because it's like I was caught between the devil and the red sea
“She is my wife,” Kael says.
The High Councillor lifts his chin. “Lycan law forbids”
Kael turns his head slightly.
Just slightly.
“Forbids me?” he asked softly.
The air changes.
“You forget your place,” the councillor says with his voice shaking now. “You are not king yet.”
That’s when Kael looks at me.
His silver eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them. Not wild.
“Close your eyes,” he murmurs.
My heart stutters. “Kael”
“Now.”
I obey.
The moment my eyes shut, the room explodes.
A roar tears through the chamber not animal, not human.
I hear bodies hit the ground. Stone cracking. Screams cut short.
The floor trembles beneath my feet.
Kael releases my hand.
I open my eyes
And freeze.
He hasn’t shifted.
Not fully.
But his eyes were glowing and His presence fills the room, suffocating.
One of the councillors was on his knees, gasping, hands clawing at his throat.
Kael stood before him, calm again.
“You questioned my claim,” Kael says quietly. “You questioned my mate.”
He grips the man’s collar and lifts him effortlessly.
“I am the last Lycan Prince,” he continues. “Which means I am the law.”
He throws the councillor aside like nothing.
The rest of the council bows instantly. Some tremble.
No one dared to make a sound.
Kael turns back to me.
I could see the anger in his ice and this was the first time I saw him loose control
He steps closer, placing his hands on my shoulders. I flinch.
“You’re shaking,” he says softly.
“You… you lost control,” I whisper.
He leans down as his forehead touching mine.
“No,” he murmurs. “I chose it.”
He straightens and faces the room.
“Let this be remembered,” he says with a stern voice . “She is my wife. She is protected by my blood. Any who challenges her challenges me.”
He turns back to me and offers his arm.
“Come,” he says.
I hesitate only a second before taking it.
As we walk out of the hall, I realize something terrifying:
The council didn’t fear the Lycan Prince.
They feared the Lycan King he was becoming.
And somehow
I was the reason he let the monster out.
The palace doesn’t sleep after that night. I could still feel everybody eye even though we left the hall already, I could feel the silent whispers ,Servants bow too deeply. Guards avert their eyes when Kael passes, fists pressed to their chests in silent submission.
Fear.
Not of me.
But Of him.
He walks beside me through it all
His hand rests at the small of my back but not in a protective way but.
Possessive.
“You terrified them,” I say quietly as we enter our chambers.
“They were already afraid,” he replies. “They’d just forgotten why.”
The doors close behind us.
The silence was heavy.
I turn to face him. “You could have killed them.”
“I could have,” he agrees as he takes off his coat.
“That councillor he was choking”
“He’ll live,” Kael says. “Long enough to remember.”
Something in his voice maked my stomach twist.
“You didn’t lose control,” I say slowly.
“No.”
“You wanted them to see.”
His eyes meet mine. He smiled with his eyes like he was proud I guessed right
“They needed to understand that questioning you is not politics,” he says. “It’s suicide.”
I step back. “I don’t want this kind of power.”
He steps forward.
“ too late become You already have it.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t ask for this. For blood. For fear.” as I say with a shaky voice.
Kael stops inches from me.
“I didn’t ask to be the last of my kind,” he says quietly. “But here we are.”
His hand lifts, gripping my chin not painfully, but firmly enough that I can’t look away.
“Listen to me, Amara,” he says. “The council would have torn you apart within a month. Slowly. Politely. Legally.”
His thumb presses under my jaw.
“I showed them what happens when they try.”
My breath trembles. “You enjoyed it.”
A pause.
Then, truth.
“Yes.”
My heart sinks.
He releases me immediately, as if he’s caught himself revealing too much.
“You should sleep,” he says, turning away. “Tomorrow, the kingdom meets its queen.”
I laugh mockingly “Queen?”
He looks back over his shoulder.
“My wife does not kneel,” he says. “Ever.”
The door closes behind him as he leaves me alone.
I sink onto the bed, shaking.
Somewhere deep inside, beneath the fear and the grief
Something else stirs.
Because when he stood before the council…
when the room bent to his will…
Part of me knew that If the world was ruled by monsters
Then I am safest beside the most ruthless one of all.
- Writer
