The Weight of the Throne
The crown sat heavy on my head, not just in weight but in the unspoken expectations it carried. Even as I stood in the grand council chamber of Verauno, surrounded by the most powerful wolves in the kingdom, I felt the eyes of the past pressing down on me. The queens and kings before me had ruled with certainty, their place never questioned.
For me, it was different.
The nobles seated at the long stone table measured me with careful gazes, some filled with respect, others with quiet doubt. Even now, with the title of Queen of Verauno, I was not fully accepted.
A month had passed since my coronation, and already, fractures had begun to show. The nobles whispered about a queen too powerful, an omega turned ruler, a mate rejected yet standing unbroken. I had faced
