Alpha Queen Malika is the last remaining Lycan and has been ruling over the Canidae Kingdom, home to the werewolf packs and some smaller canine species of shifters. She has grown tired of their constant rebuttal of the long-standing laws in place and desires nothing more than to give up her position. Malika's Beta convinces her to take some time off and visit another Kingdom, so she agrees and decides on the Felidae Kingdom ruled by King Haidar a werelion. Once there she learns of a rumour about a Bahui, a long-thought-extinct white weretiger. Naturally being the sole survivor of her own race, this piques her interest and she begins to investigate but finds more than she bargained for as she stumbles across a mysterious disappearance from the Felidae Kingdom. Malika discovers that the Baihu is her mate. Never before have species of two different kingdoms been mated and on top of that Malika isn't sure if he can be rehabilitated back into society from his feral state. It is also discovered that the mysterious disappearances are not new and that they were happening among her own people before they were all eradicated.
“Why the hell should we have to listen to what some unmated ancient ruler has to say about our people, you aren’t even a werewolf how could you possibly know what’s best for us…” I struggled to keep my beast from surfacing and ripping this insolent, arrogant young Alpha werewolf’s head from his broad shoulders. Yet he keeps talking. “You just sit up here in your humungous cold old castle and think you know what the werewolf people want and need. You have outlived your usefulness…” This same argument has been going on for hours, though not so disrespectfully as it presently was going. The other Leaders’ mouths gape at the young Alpha verbally attacking me. I stop his rant. “You are right, I am old, and I am not a Werewolf. I am far more superior, and I am your Reigning Monarch. You will show me a little respect, or I will leave your pack to your Beta.” I say calmly despite the rage I felt. The young wolf, who was a mere pup of around twenty years of age, took a step back, shaking. My aura was spewing out of me red hot like lava from a volcano. All the Alphas and Betas in the courtyard where we presently were, took a collective sharp breath, knelt, and bowed their heads as it washed over them. I do not like to use my authority like this, but they left me little choice. For the last few decades as the world evolved and changed around me, I have had more and more Alpha’s fighting against my leadership, and it was becoming tiresome. One of the older Alpha’s spoke up. “Your highness, please have mercy. He is young and therefore does not know any better. Please forgive us for questioning your reign over us and allow us to live. We will leave here immediately.” The arrogant young Alpha growled but said nothing. I dropped my aura allowing them to rise. “Leave, now. I will not tolerate any more of this nonsense today, so go before I change my mind.” The older Alpha grabbed the younger one by his arm and they all scurried away. My leadership walked over once the Pack leaders had all left. “When will they learn not to question your leadership? This has been going on for so long and these younger generations of Alpha’s seemed to be worse than the previous generation, at least they respected their elders.” My beta said. I sighed. This really was becoming so tiring; how much longer would I have to deal with this? How much longer would they fight against me? I shrugged; I mean, what could I say? Instead, I just turned on my heel and headed back into my cold old castle, with my leadership hot on my tail.