Chapter 3: The Alpha King's Claim
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A heavy silence gripped the training grounds, broken only by the frantic beating of hearts and the whisper of the wind. My golden fur shimmered under the moonlight, my massive frame standing taller than any wolf present. Power radiated off me in waves, suffocating and undeniable.
No longer could they call me weak.
No longer could they deny what I was.
A rare, golden wolf a living legend.
Lucian took a slow, deliberate step forward, his silver eyes gleaming with something dark and possessive. He was watching me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. In his presence, can’t why let her”
Beta Damien remained frozen, his face ashen. His hands trembled at his sides. He had known me as weak for years and had let my siblings tear me down, believing me to be an embarrassment to our bloodline. Now, the truth stared him in the face. And he feared it.
I turned my massive head to look at him, locking eyes with my father. A flash of something unreadable passed through his expression before he dropped his gaze. Submission.
Selene’s breathing turned ragged. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. “She’s nothing! She’s a fraud! I challenge her!”
The crowd inhaled sharply. Even in my wolf form, I stiffened.
Selene was challenging me for my right to be Luna.
Lucian’s growl cut through the tension like a blade, deep and lethal. “You dare challenge my mate?”
Selene turned her wide, frenzied eyes on him. “You’re making a mistake! She doesn’t deserve...”
Lucian moved so fast that she barely had time to react. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of her, his hand wrapped around her throat. He lifted her effortlessly, his claws pressing against her skin. The entire pack held its breath as his power crashed over us like a tidal wave.
“You do not get to decide who is worthy,” Lucian growled, his voice dripping with raw, unfiltered dominance. “Elizabeth is my fated mate. My Luna. Challenge her, and you challenge me.”
Selene’s face paled as she choked, her feet dangling above the ground. Her nails clawed at his wrist, her bravado crumbling into terror. “I...”
Lucian’s grip tightened. “Do you yield?”
A strangled whimper escaped her lips. “Y-yes.”
He released her, and she crumpled to the ground, gasping for air. She scrambled away, eyes darting around, looking for someone, anyone, to save her. But no one stepped forward. Not even our father.
Lucian turned back to me, his expression unreadable. Then, in front of the entire pack, he lowered his head slightly. A show of acknowledgment. A claim.
I had never belonged to Silvercrest.
I belonged to him now.
And nothing would ever be the same again.
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