The Queen’s First Battle
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The palace shuddered with brutal force.
A second blast rolled through the Moonborn Kingdom, showering dust from the crystal ceiling. Outside, alarm bells began ringing in rapid succession.
Nysera’s pulse hammered in her ears.
“They found us?” she whispered.
Lady Selene went ashen.
“The protective barrier has concealed this kingdom for centuries. If they’ve pierced it…” She faltered. “Then someone must have assisted them.”
Draven’s jaw tightened.
“A traitor.”
The word settled over the chamber like a weight.
Another soldier rushed into the hall, silver armor streaked with blood.
“Your Majesty,” he panted, dropping to one knee before Nysera. “The eastern gate has fallen. Shadow soldiers are entering the city.”
Nysera looked instinctively to the others, expecting someone else to answer.
Instead, every gaze in the room turned to her.
They were waiting for their queen.
“I…” she started, uncertain.
Draven moved to her side.
“You don’t need to become a queen in a single night.”
His tone remained steady.
“But your people need your courage.”
Nysera glanced at the terrified soldiers crowding the hall.
Only yesterday, she had been a rejected omega.
Now an entire kingdom was looking to her for hope.
She drew in a slow breath.
“We protect the civilians first,” she said.
“No one gets left behind.”
The soldiers exchanged stunned looks before saluting.
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
As they rushed out, Lady Selene smiled softly.
“Your mother would have given that same order.”
Before Nysera could reply, another explosion rattled the palace.
This time, the windows burst apart.
A dark mist surged through the shattered arches.
From within it emerged a tall man clad in black armor.
His crimson eyes swept over the throne room.
“So…”
His voice carried a chilling echo.
“The lost princess has returned at last.”
Draven stepped protectively in front of Nysera at once.
“Malrik.”
The stranger’s lips curved.
“It has been a long time, Beast King.”
Nysera frowned.
“You know him?”
“He leads the Shadow Legion.”
Malrik slowly unsheathed a black sword.
“I wasn’t expecting to find you here.”
His gaze shifted to Nysera.
“But discovering the Moonborn Queen makes this worth the trip.”
Draven’s silver eyes flared.
“You’ll never lay a hand on her.”
Malrik laughed.
“You still believe this is about one girl?”
He gestured toward the city beyond the walls.
“Listen.”
Nysera strained to hear.
From outside the palace came screams, the ring of clashing steel, and the desperate howls of wolves defending their homes.
“This kingdom has been asleep for centuries,” Malrik said.
“Tonight, it falls for good.”
Without warning, he lunged.
Swords collided, the impact echoing through the throne room.
Draven met the strike head-on.
Their blades crashed together with enough power to split the marble floor.
Nysera watched in awe.
Neither of them yielded.
They moved too quickly for her eyes to track.
Then Malrik smiled.
“You’re distracted.”
Before Draven could recover, dark chains burst from the ground.
They wrapped around his arms and legs.
The Lycan King fought against them, but the enchanted chains only tightened.
“Draven!” Nysera cried.
Malrik turned to face her.
“Now…”
“It’s your turn.”
He sprang forward.
Instinct seized her.
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