MY REGENT STORM THAT

CHAPTER THREE

LUCIAN’S POV

Girls were sent to my chamber, appearing before me half-naked.

My heart pounded—this was my first time as the newly ascended Alpha of the Silver Throne, and I struggled to hide my uncertainty.

I sat on my bed as they twirled their waists, elegantly dancing to the drummer's rhythm.

Their jewellery sparkled as I locked eyes with the girl in front; her gaze never left me for a second.

The others sensed it and quietly left, leaving just her and me. me.

She unhooked her silk and undressed without hesitation. My breath caught as we locked eyes and she stood naked before me, unafraid, her vulnerability echoing my own uncertainty.

She moved slowly and steadily closer, about to climb onto me.

“Enough,” I growled, tearing my gaze from her. My voice trembled. "You may leave."

The girl reluctantly dressed, trembling as she bowed. "I was sent here for pleasure," she stuttered, her eyes searching my face for acceptance or hope.

“Go back to the harem,” I ordered

“Your majesty,” she said and left.

“Guard,” I called, “prepare the meat.” I want to feed my lion.

“Alright my Alpha,” the guard bowed while I spoke.

The lion was sent to me by the Criminea clan as a coronation gift.

Darvish, my beta since childhood, taught me to use a spear.

He came with me to the dungeon where the lion was kept. "Open the gate," I ordered the guard.

"Your Majesty, keep your distance. You must appear human to him, not wolf. Please be careful," Darvish said.

"Don't worry. I must control the lion," I replied. "I mustn’t be a tyrant like my father."

I must control it, not as a m******e.

I have blocked my beast from disturbing me, though keeping my distance feels like a warning to him.

I grasped the lantern. He snarled as I approached, moving forward like a hunter. He locked eyes with me and growled.

Suddenly, he leapt on me, his claw tearing into my skin. My nightwear hung open, giving him easy access.

I shoved him away.

"This is not possible!" I shouted. Darvish rushed to help me up. His gaze snapped to the cut shackles.

“Someone is here before us,” Darvish lamented.

They know I feed the lion with them, without my wolf instinct.

They want me dead. I left the dungeon angrily.

"Get rid of the beast from my palace," I growled.

They bowed as I passed.

“My son,” my mom approached me as I entered my chapter, already waiting for me.

“Mom,” I called as she held my hand. Her gaze slid to my chest.

What happened? she asked.Someone cut the chain I used for the lion, I said.

Someone really wanted me dead. My mom said, My son, first Queen Ashara, must leave the palace for the old palace.

She has complained many times. “Now it is your turn to act,” she said as she helped treat the wound.

Ashara is my grandma, who cares for me more than anyone. She’s the mighty queen mother.

She ruled magnificently, as tradition allowed the queen mother to manage the throne.

I couldn’t bear hearing her name from every corner of the palace. “The girl is called Cyra.

I know you are fond of her, which is very rare for an Alpha to sense their mate in Silver Crest.

I have never heard of it. That’s why the harem is full of ladies for the Alpha to mate with,” my mother explained.

I was surprised to hear what my mother said. Maybe I was a lucky Alpha. “I don’t trust the girl; she’s from Ashara,” my mother said with a deep breath.

“all purposes are for tradition not for pleasure,” mother reminded me.

"Mother, I want to be alone," I said, as if she were adding to my emotions. She’s the only one who makes me feel at peace since my brother died.

I remember the day my father ordered nineteen coffins for royal blood.

Ashara saw I was the only one left as royal heirs who felt Ashara saw I was the only royal heir left who felt sadness and lived with the trauma of my siblings.

One day, she brought me a treasure from overseas—a ceremonial portrait of a young, beautiful girl, whose eyes I couldn’t ignore.

Queen Ashara. I chose not to meet either my chamber nor hers, seeing her there, she will understand how angry I am with her.

She’s always carrying herself high, moving in subtle ways as she responds to calls at the altar.

" I saw the girl you brought to my palace,” I began as she approached me in the temple.

“Who are we to have a grudge against our grandson? We make our son happy whenever we see things that can bring astonishment.”

She interrupted.

She already knows being at the altar is not good.

I appreciated her offer with a nod. "We want to present her officially,” she said.

“None of your favours has a specific reason. What do you want? What do you want in return?” I asked clearly.

"You have lots to learn, you are still a young Alpha, we are here to guide as we guide your ancestors,” she offered.

“Grandmother, your reign is over," I said scoffingly. " You have to know your limit,” I said.

“I was ambushed last night,” I leapt to the main point.

“Come and learn from us,” she concluded as she resided in my view.

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CYRA'S POV

I went back to the harem, full of joy, and I slept quietly.

“William, you are summoned to the King's chamber, that’s where you will have your night,” someone called, and she quickly got up joyously.

Everyone stared at her as she moved to clean herself up.

I was apathetic about it; mine is to return home.

I was indifferent; my goal was to return home, thinking how Roman and I will make it out of this palace, that is all that keeps running in my mind.

I fell into a deep sleep, and I started hearing someone panting heavily, likewise crying silently.

I raised my head to check it. It was William who had called some minutes ago, but everyone had fallen into a deep sleep, and only I noticed her.

I don’t interfere with her; I go back to sleep.

The following morning, the forewoman kept calling me to Queen Ashara’s chamber.

As we were going along the corridor again, she held some clothes in her grasp. I kept following her.

Suddenly, her lover flipped across us, blinked at her, and came over. She handed me the cloth and went.

I used the opportunity to try the secret hole, but didn’t figure out which block to press.

Zyra found me fighting with the wall. She had been looking for me around when she didn’t meet me where she had left me. I flinched as I sighted her.

“Why are you so stubborn like this? I have never seen such a stubborn girl like you,” he growled.

“You are sleeping with His Majesty tonight, so get ready,” she informed me.

“What, the Old Man who ripped the heart of a Young girl,” I said silently.

“Please don’t let me go,” I cried bitterly.

She glared at me in a rogue way, and she receded.

When it was midnight, I was called, they bathed me, I was treated like a queen, and my heart sank.

I wasn’t concentrating as they dressed me, applied fragrance, and I smelled nice, but none of which I was concerned about.

I kept pleading to the forewoman to get me back, crying heavily inside, but none of them glanced at me for once.

As we reached his doorstep, the guard parted ways for me to pass. I hesitated, looking at their faces; maybe they might have called me back, but they shoved me forward.

I stumbled, then accepted the Faith. I dragged my leg inside as the door opened for me.

I watched, and didn’t find him in bed, nor on the couch, nor on the writing table.

I just sat at the centre of the room, anywhere he was, he would come out because he knew I was inside his chamber.

He appeared from somewhere and stood beside me. me.

Offered me his hand to lift me up. I didn’t hesitate, I bit his hand.

He growled tensely in pain. I looked up to see him now, my mouth parted.

“You!!, you!!” I said in wonder.