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Tonight was a huge deal, bigger than I ever imagined it would be. I would become queen of the werewolves and lycan, and Branson will be my king. I know my people will accept him, they are good like that, all they want is to be accepted but the wolves were way more high maintenance than the lycan. They thought so highly of themselves and they were not afraid to show it.
But by the end of tonight it would be official, not only would I be a queen to my people and the witches but also the werewolves and that was a terrifying thought. We have all heard the stories of how Ashley was treated, of how nana was treated. How they had to fight to keep their places, then there was Aaron, he was named king but Ella stayed on as alpha, the pack fell in line but the rest of the world didn't, treating him like a spare part that had no control it was daunting just thinking about it but I was born for this and I know that but it's a huge undertaking that I'm not sure I'm ready for
“Stop freaking yourself out, there will be objections and we know that but nothing you can't handle, you might have a few alphas walk out but you just need to take control of the situation and put them right back into their place.”
“But why not warn them? Tell them before they come?”
I ask dad concerned, I'm sure by now the word has spread but it was still just a rumour
“Because they would have banded together to rise and try to take over, if we surprise them and show them just how powerful you are then they won't be happy about it but they will have no other choice but to submit to you”
I groan shaking out my hands and looking around the packhouse room I was finishing getting ready in, I needed a drink and a strong one at that
“Here”
Dad pulls a flask from his pocket and hands it to me, I frown taking a drink and screwing up my nose at the awful-tasting port
“Who the f**k drinks port”
I hand it back trying to rid the taste from my mouth
“The fact you knew what it was off the bat is worrying and I like it”
“A geriatric drink for a geriatric dad”
“you might be queen now but call me geriatric again and ill kick your a*s into next week”
I snort as he turns, leaving the room and coming back with a bottle of Macallan with a devious smile on his face
“Here take this”
I take it suspiciously unsure if I’m allowed to drink it, but the fact it’s probably the most expensive whiskey you could buy made those suspicious disappear.
It was a rare treat, usually, I would drink piss if it got me intoxicated, the taste be damned but with a bottle like this, you could taste the value, rolling it around my mouth before swallowing I moan.
“Now that's amazing, try some”
I hand it to dad, going to the balcony to smoke while we wait for everyone else to get ready, he follows me out taking the seat beside me and he hands it back as I give him a smoke. Taking another drink I relax looking at the beautiful skyline.
“I can't believe we are here”
I whisper, my cousins had come from all over to see this moment but each of them had changed, they were all about their new life, much like myself but it was weird, I felt out of place around them so I didn't even bother asking them to come chill with me before the ceremony.
I thought I would be all up for it but the funny thing about accepting Branson was the fact it felt pointless to waste my time on getting drunk. Yeah, we can chill out with a drink and all that but to purposely get pissed for any reason other than going to sleep felt stupid, but it’s like they expect me to continue being that person even now when I have changed completely.
“Your head is like a rollercoaster this evening, are you ok?”
I look to dad, wishing I was ok but truly I wasn't. I hated being hated, I hated being alone, and I hated the thought of having to kill people to keep them in line, but that was the light in me. The dark loved to kill, it craved to kill and take control of all the situations, a churning battle within me that I couldn't control
“Then don't control it, I'll never let you go too far, but holding yourself back is holding back your gifts, we won't ever know what you're truly capable of until you let go”
“At what cost? You almost blew up the world”
“Because I had no light, you have both, you won't blow up the world unless the light in you can save it at the same time. Let go and they will respect you more”
“Or fear me more”
I whisper, dad wraps his arm around my shoulder so I rest against his chest taking another drink.
“Stop freaking out it's all going to be ok, I know for a fact Branson has a surprise for you, and for once I like it so that will be fun”
I chuckle shaking my head
“What's your deal with him?”
He shrugs his shoulders
“Honestly it's just his mind, men are frustrating at the best of times but when they are thinking about your daughter and you can't stop the thoughts then it's just disturbing”
I sigh
“I'll put a block up in his head tomorrow, I promise”
The door swings open and in walks mum looking beautiful in a black lace bodice with a black satin skirt with a thigh split, I smile as dad's mouth drops open, and his heart rate increases as he takes in the beauty that is my mum.
After she comes Adlai, nana, Ali and Ashley, each one wore a stunning black dress, usually, werewolf colours are green and lycan navy but we had come to an agreement that the new colours would be black except for me who would wear a light gold toffee colour. Everyone else could wear what they wanted but the ranked members would wear black.
“Wow you look stunning”
I tell them all, they smile surrounding me and each of them kisses my head
“You look amazing, are you ready for this?”
Ali asks, I smile nodding my head nervously, as usual, she sees straight through me so she squeezes my hand and gives me a reassuring smile
“It will be fine, come on, let's get it over with, the faster you do it the faster it's done and then you can get drunk or do whatever it is you do when you drink”
“Other than make a ball of herself?”
Dad asks, I flip him the bird laughing at him as he links my arm to his
“Come on let's get it done princess”
Kissing my head he pulls me from the room surrounded by the family and around them are the many many guards that were working to keep us safe from the werewolf community.
My stomach churns uncomfortably, I felt ill, the closer I got to the back door the worse I felt. Mum and dad stood on either side of me, and behind me were Ali, hunter and dexter, they would represent the Lycan packs and witches, and they would kneel to us. Mum and dad would kneel to me and Branson and for the first time my people will kneel to Branson and Branson’s people will kneel to me.
As we arrive outside a tent covers my entrance so I have a moment to pull myself together before Branson announces the news to everyone.
I listen as the crowd settles down to listen as Branson talks. His voice calms my racing heart enough to relax me slightly, lifting the bottle I take another large swig as Branson clears his throat.
“As you all know I have been queenless for a long time, Luna less too. But what you don’t know is that was not exactly true. I have known who my mate was for a long time I found out when I was 18”
The crowd gasps and suddenly they start to chatter
“Quiet”
Branson roars, instantly shutting them up.
“You see I have been waiting for your queen to come of age, and finally she has. As you know we believe that fate brings us together, so we can move forward and get stronger with every generation. Well, this time is no exception, in fact not only has fate brought me the most loyal, beautiful, strong mate but she is the key to bringing our worlds together.”
A rounding growl from the crowd starts, and people's angry chatter begins. Branson growls
“Talk again and I kill you!”
I look at dad wide-eyed, he snorts like it’s funny but I know too damn well that he was serious.
“With your reaction, I’m guessing you have heard the rumours. Well they are true, my mate is the bridge between our kinds, the queen of Lycan and witches, my queen and yours, and soon to be Luna of Lunas, queen of werewolves, my amazing, beautiful mate, Katiana Mc Gregor”
I hear howling and cheers from my side, my people are happy, Branson’s on the other hand are outraged.
“Take another swig, it’s now or never”
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