The First of Her Kind

There has never been a female Alpha until Amani Constantine. She was once the future Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack—a pack that was completely annihilated under the order of the Alpha King. In one night, Amani lost her parents and entire pack, spared only for being the fated mate of Prince Malakai, the son of the Alpha King and heir to the throne. She despises the Alpha King and harbors equal animosity towards Malakai, who is determined to mold Amani into the most obedient mate. However, submission goes against Amani’s very nature; she is an Alpha through and through, but she is a wolf-less Alpha, unable to shift. Branded as a defect, a flaw, and an abomination to their kind, Amani struggles with her identity. When the wolf inside her finally awakens, will she stand by her mate’s side and ascend as the next Luna Queen? Or will Amani step into her role as the Alpha she was destined to be and seek her revenge for the slaughter of Bloodmoon?

The Heir of Bloodmoon

The night air was brisk, its cool touch a soothing caress against Amani’s skin as she stood on the balcony, watching the sun dip below the horizon. Today marked her eighteenth birthday, and anticipation hummed in the air as preparations for the celebration unfolded. Among the esteemed guests were several high-ranking packs, including the exalted Royal Kingdom, Blackclaw.

Amani’s parents had never entertained such gatherings at their manor, nor had they granted her freedom beyond her pack’s borders, but this night was different. Amani’s father aimed to gather all the distinguished packs for a significant purpose: to formally declare her as the future Alpha of Bloodmoon, a tradition that echoed the customs of their kind since ancient times.

“Alpha of Bloodmoon,” she kept repeating in her head.

It was a title she didn't believe she was worthy of, burdened with unwanted pressure, especially for her. Throughout the existence of her kind, there had never been a female Alpha until her. Born with the mark like every Alpha before her, tonight she would undergo her first shift. Lycans typically shifted at midnight on their birthdays, anywhere between sixteen and eighteen years old. Alphas usually shifted younger than their peers, but Amani's wolf had not yet emerged. No Lycan had ever shifted after eighteen, so her parents were certain that this would be her night for sure.

Amani’s parents hoped she would find her mate, but that was the least of Amani’s concerns. She wouldn’t sense her mate anyway, not without her wolf. But if her mate had his, he’d sense her long before that hour arrived. Amani was too distracted and nervous about being in the presence of so many Lycans she’d never met before. She would come face to face with the Alpha King, Zander Savage, who she’d heard was just that - a savage. To him, all was fair in love and war. The Luna Queen, Cara, was known to be a feisty she-wolf, and their son, Prince Malakai, had a mentionable reputation to say the least.

Amani had heard stories of Prince Malakai’s unmatched strength and skill in battle, second only to his father’s. At twenty-one years old, he is well acquainted with his wolf, making him a true force to be reckoned with. Known for his dark, menacing demeanor, it’s uncertain whether he’s respected for his title or because his very presence demands it. Men wouldn’t dare look him in the eye, and she-wolves fall at his feet.

Amani couldn’t escape the relentless chatter about the Prince’s mesmerizing looks—some even dubbed him the most handsome Lycan alive. His reputation with the ladies was notorious; he followed a predictable cycle of seduction, rejection, and repeat. Yet, despite knowing his ways, she-wolves still lined up, eager to be his next conquest. “Idiots,” Amani muttered to herself, utterly perplexed by their desperation. The mere idea of succumbing to his charms made her scoff; she knew her own iron-willed resolve would never falter in his presence.

Suddenly, a wave of overwhelming unease washed over Amani, stirring in the pit of her stomach. While her nerves about the party were expected, this particular sensation felt ominous and inexplicable. Her gaze pierced the darkness of the garden down below, where she found herself transfixed by the most captivating pair of blue eyes she had ever seen. Squinting, she strained to confirm what she saw, wondering if it was a trick of the light. But those piercing blue eyes held her in their grip, their intensity igniting a fire within her. Locked in a silent exchange, it was as if they had forged an unbreakable pact to never look away again.

“Amani, there you are!” Her mother’s urgent tone shattered Amani’s reverie, demanding her immediate attention. “I’ve been searching everywhere for you. The guests will be arriving any minute now. What are you doing out here?”

“Sorry, Mother, I…” Amani’s gaze darted back to the garden, but the enigmatic blue eyes had vanished, leaving her to question her own senses. “I needed a moment alone before the chaos of the party,” she explained, turning back to face her mother, who was momentarily speechless at the sight of her daughter.

“What is it?” Amani asked, noticing her mother’s emotional reaction.

Tears shimmered in her mother’s eyes as she beheld Amani’s radiance. “You… you look absolutely breathtaking.”

Amani suppressed the urge to roll her eyes as she assessed her attire. She felt utterly out of place in the strapless, fiery-red satin gown her mother had insisted she wear. Her long, dark caramel curls were elegantly swept up, adorned with a dazzling diamond accessory, while her maid had skillfully applied makeup to accentuate her radiant, emerald green eyes. Despite her upbringing as a proper lady, Amani’s personal style had a bit of an edge to it that typically veered away from lavish gowns and pearl necklaces. However, for the sake of her mother’s happiness, she reluctantly embraced the moment.

"Does the dress suit me?" Amani asked, her smile forced.

Her mother nodded, fanning away tears to prevent her makeup from smudging. “It looks gorgeous… You look gorgeous, like a mature and esteemed lady. When did you grow up so fast, and how did I miss it?”

Amani smiled tenderly at her mother as she embraced her warmly. “I’ll always be your baby girl, Mother.”

They basked in the sentimental moment until their tranquility was shattered by the piercing sound of bloodcurdling screams echoing around them.

Amani and her mother rushed inside to find the place on the verge of being entirely ambushed. The curtains were now drenched in blood spray, and dead bodies covered the floor. Beta Darius and a few other guards were defending House Constantine with their lives. When the Beta spotted Amani and Luna Selene, a look of relief flashed in his eyes.

“We’ve barricaded the doors and windows. We need to get you two out of here now!” Darius’ voice was overwhelmed with urgency.

“What’s happening, Darius?” Selene demanded, her voice trembling with panic. “Where’s Saul?”

"We're under siege, Luna," Beta Darius urgently briefed, firmly gripping both of their arms. "The Alpha and his guard are fending off the attackers. We must get you and Amani to the Rogue Lands at once. We'll use the underground passage."

Selene jerked her arm away. “Who’s attacking us, Darius?! What’s happening?!”

“It’s the Alpha King… We’ve got no time to waste. We need to leave immediately, Luna!”

Darius and the three other guards eyed the main doors. Wolves on the other side hammered against them, causing cracks to spiderweb across the wood. It was evident the bolts wouldn’t hold much longer.

Selene took Amani’s hand, and they hurried to the concealed floorboard leading to the underground passage. The guards dropped in first, followed by Amani, whom Darius lowered as they supported her from below. Selene descended next, and finally, Darius dropped in last, pulling the hidden floorboard shut just moments before the bloodthirsty wolves burst through the doors.

Birthday Slaughter

In the darkness below, Amani's vision was limited without her wolf. She relied solely on the keen wolf vision of her companions to guide her way.

“Have the rest of the packs arrived? Who is standing at our side?” Selene’s voice pierced the darkness.

“We stand alone,” Darius’s response echoed solemnly.

Amani detected a tremble in Darius’ tone, a hint of fear that she had never heard from him before.

“So, the other packs haven’t arrived yet?” Amani sought clarification.

“No, my lady, what I mean is…” Darius paused to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “They have all come to join the Royal Kingdom in our attack.”

The two women couldn’t stifle their gasps of horror, their breath catching in their throats as the grim reality unfolded before them. It was now painfully clear why Amani had been plagued with a sense of foreboding. Perhaps it had been a premonition of the massacre that awaited them.

“They were never interested in a party…” Darius’s voice was heavy with dread. “…This is an extermination. The Alpha’s orders are to evacuate all she-wolves and young ones, while the rest of us stay and fight to ensure their escape. Getting you both across the border into the Rogue Lands is my main priority.”

Amani felt a shiver of fear course through her, realizing that three formidable packs had allied with the Royal Kingdom to carry out the slaughter of Bloodmoon. The grim certainty settled over her that few, if any, would survive the night. As they neared the end of the underground passage, a glimmer of moonlight beckoned ahead, leading them into the desolate backwoods several miles from the manor.

"We need to shift. We'll run faster in our wolf form," Darius advised. "Amani, you'll ride on my back. John will be at my side, leading the way. Luna will stay in the center, with Mark and Frank behind us. No one stops until we clear the bor..."

“Wait…” The Luna interjected.

All eyes turned to her, but Selene's gaze was fixed solely on Amani. She grasped Amani's face, her touch gentle yet urgent, as if she feared it might be the last time they'd ever touch.

“Mother?” Amani’s voice wavered, confusion etched on her face.

Selene pressed a tender kiss to Amani’s forehead. “Go with them, Amani… I have a duty to our pack.”

“Luna, you can’t! It’s a bloodbath out there!” Darius’s protest reverberated in the tense air.

“Mother, he’s right! Don’t leave me! Please, don’t leave me!” Amani’s voice cracked with desperation, tears cascading down her cheeks as she pleaded with her mother.

Selene fought to contain her own tears, her heart wrenching at the prospect of abandoning her daughter to an uncertain fate. “I love you, Amani… with all my heart, but I cannot abandon your father and our pack when they need me most. Though you may not understand now, one day you will. We will find you when this is all over, I promise you.” Selene’s fingers brushed away the tears staining Amani’s cheek. “Take her.”

“But Luna!” The men’s voices echoed in a chorus of protest.

“That’s an order!” Selene’s command sliced through the clamor.

With a final, pained glance at her daughter, Selene shifted into her wolf form and vanished into the storm of war. Amani screamed for her mother, her instincts urging her to chase after her, but Frank’s firm grip restrained her.

He hoisted her onto Darius’s back, the Beta already transformed into a massive wolf. Before she could protest, they were racing into the night, Amani clinging desperately to Darius as they fled deeper into the woods toward the Rogue Lands.

Tears blurred her vision as she prayed fervently to the Moon Goddess for her parents’ safety. When she opened her eyes, a menacing figure leaped from the shadows toward Darius. “Watch out!” She warned, but it was too late.

The wolf slammed into Darius, sending her hurtling off his back and into the air. She crashed to the ground with a bone-jarring impact, the force stealing the breath from her lungs.

She cried out, clutching her broken hand as agony shot through her. Rolling onto her back, she gritted her teeth against the pain, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of their attacker.

Her heart sank in the pit of her stomach when she saw six bloodthirsty wolves closing in on them. In that chilling moment, the throbbing pain of her broken hand had faded into insignificance. Darius and the others swiftly formed a protective circle around her, their growls a fierce warning to the encroaching enemies.

The first wolf lunged at Darius with deadly intent, aiming right for his throat, and the rest of the assailants followed suit. Darius fought with the ferocity of a true Beta, his movements fluid and precise, but Mark was quickly vanquished by his opponent's savage onslaught.

Amani recoiled at the gut-wrenching sound of Mark’s agony, his cries echoing in the night as his opponent tore into him with brutal savagery. With a sickening crunch, he was silenced forever. Amani's blood ran cold as the wolf's predatory gaze turned towards her, its eyes gleaming with malice as it charged at her with murderous intent.

Darius sprang into action with impeccable timing, colliding with the wolf and hurtling him into a nearby tree. With a fierce gaze, Darius turned back to Amani, his jaws snapping with urgency. It wasn’t hard for her to interpret his unspoken command… Run.

She kicked off her heels and sprinted as fast as she could. With Darius and the others holding them off, her sole focus was reaching the border. Once there, they wouldn’t be able to touch her; it was law. But would she truly be safe among the rogues? The uncertainty nagged at her, but she pushed forward, determined to find out.

Running as fast as her bare feet could carry her, she ignored the pain of the hard rocks and sticks beneath her. She couldn’t discern which hurt more—her broken hand, the cut-up soles of her feet, or the fire burning in her lungs. Yet, fueled by pure adrenaline, she pushed through the pain and kept running.

Suddenly, a powerful force slammed into her back, plummeting her face-first into the ground. Crushed beneath the immense weight, she gasped for air, her chest heaving with strained effort. A large, brown wolf stood on top of her, its predatory growls echoing in her ear like a death knell. Driven by its malicious nature, the wolf raked its claws down her back, tearing mercilessly into her delicate flesh, eliciting screams of raw agony.

The wolf swiftly flipped her onto her back with its massive paw and began clawing into her chest and abdomen with its razor-sharp claws. Each slash was a new wave of torment and her harrowing screams was a spine-chilling symphony that echoed in the eerie night. She instinctively raised her arms in a feeble attempt to shield herself, but the wolf’s claws found their mark with brutal precision.

In a desperate bid for survival, her eyes darted to a large stake lying nearby. With trembling hands, she grasped it tightly, her fingers closing around its rough surface. Summoning every ounce of strength, she thrust the stake into the wolf’s eye with a primal scream, evoking a howl of agony from her assailant.

The creature recoiled, its agonized howls echoing through the woods, yet its vigor remained undiminished. With a guttural snarl, it ripped the stake free and lashed out with renewed brutality, its claws slashing across her face with ruthless intent.

The pain was excruciating, beyond anything she had ever experienced, and she couldn't even recall if she had cried out. The wolf advanced, its deadly glare fixed on her throat, and she knew this was the end for her.

As the brown wolf lunged for the final strike, a towering black figure materialized from the shadows, crashing into the assailant with unparalleled force. A symphony of snarls and growls filled the air as the two beasts grappled in a primitive battle for supremacy.

With a harsh snap, the black wolf sank its formidable jaws into the brown’s neck, hurling it aside like a ragdoll. Despite the impact, it rose to its feet with astonishing speed, ready to retaliate.

Yet, the brown wolf hesitated, his aggressive stance faltering as he confronted the imposing figure of the black wolf. A flicker of recognition passed through its eyes before it yielded to the dominance of the larger predator. With a menacing growl, the black wolf positioned itself protectively over Amani, exuding an incontestable aura of ownership. The brown wolf slunk away, casting one final glance before disappearing into the shadows.

With the dwindling strength that she desperately clung to, Amani propped herself up on her elbows, eager to observe this peculiar exchange. Who was this wolf that had saved her? Just as she pondered this question, the black wolf turned to face her, and that was when she saw them — those eyes, those ocean-blue eyes she had seen just hours before in the garden.

The black wolf took a step closer, causing her to flinch in fear. He paused at her reaction, then slowly leaned in and began licking the wounds on her face. Amani’s mind raced with questions, but before she could make sense of it, her arms finally gave out beneath her, and the world around her dissolved into darkness.

That’s No Angel

Amani woke up to bright lights overhead, too intense for her unadjusted vision. She raised her hand to her face, tracing her fingertips along her bandaged eye. Confusion swept over her as she scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, panic bubbling up inside her. She pulled herself up into a sitting position, attempting to get out of the bed but someone immediately held her down, preventing her from moving at all.

“No… please, let me go…” she pleaded, struggling against the unseen force.

“She’s awake again! Bring her another sedative!” A deep voice demanded.

The mention of a sedative sent Amani into a full-blown panic. Why would anyone want to sedate her? Feeling increasingly unsafe, her only objective now was to escape. She needed to find her pack, or what was left of them. As memories of the attack on Bloodmoon flooded her mind, she felt her heart sink. How long had it been since that night? How long had she been a prisoner in this unfamiliar place?”

“Let me go… please,” Amani pleaded as she struggled against her captor’s grip. “What do you want from me?”

“Hurry up! She’s going to tear open her stitches again!” The voice shouted, a mixture of urgency and frustration dripping from his tone.

Amani’s screams echoed in the room as she thrashed about wildly, attempting to break free from the man’s restraining hold. Despite her efforts, she found herself overpowered, her strength no match for his. Fueled by desperation, she sank her teeth into his arm, eliciting a growl of pain from deep within his chest.

He didn’t release his grip on her, not even slightly, despite her teeth embedding into his flesh. It had to have pained him, but he barely even flinched. She sank her teeth even deeper, feeling the muscles in his arm contract in response.

“That’s enough!” He snapped. “I’m only trying to help you.”

Amani wasn’t sure why, but she felt sincerity in his words. Though she didn’t know this man, she didn’t believe he wanted to hurt her. Reluctantly, she released her teeth from his arm and stopped fighting him altogether. Settling back into the pillow, she tried to get a better look at the mystery man. However, he remained facing away from her, his muscular shoulders tense. He maintained his hold on her, leaving her with the impression that he wasn’t willing to take any chances on her attempting to escape.

As she glanced around the room, the realization dawned upon her: she was in a medical facility. It finally struck her that nobody was trying to harm her; they were, in fact, trying to help her. Memories of her vicious wolf attack flooded her mind, causing her body to tense at the mere thought, as if she were reliving it all over again.

Surprisingly, she felt no pain, attributing it to her strong alpha blood or perhaps the effect of the heavy medication—or maybe both. Now, a sense of embarrassment washed over her as she recalled sinking her teeth into the poor man’s arm, as though she were some kind of rabid dog.

She wondered if she had made it to the Rogue Lands and if it was a rogue who had saved her and brought her here. Would her parents come rushing through that door any moment now, wrapping her in their warm embrace, assuring her everything would be okay?

And what about Beta Darius and his family? Were they safe too? She had so many questions, and just as she was about to open her mouth and ask, the mystery man finally turned and looked at her.

Her breath momentarily caught in her throat the second she saw his face. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, resembling an angel bathed in the glow of the bright lights behind him.

She took in his features one by one, from his silky, raven-black hair that swept to the side, to his flawless complexion, mostly shaven with just a bit of stubble tracing his strong masculine jawline. But the most noticeable feature of all were his eyes… those strikingly beautiful blue eyes.

She knew those eyes… it was him who had saved her life. She couldn’t look away, falling deeper and deeper into the gaze that would forever be engraved in her mind. She could happily drown in them as if they were the deep blue sea itself.

He looked at her longingly, as if he were trying to embed himself into her soul, desperately seeking his way home—a home that only she could offer. He leaned in closer, cupping her cheek with his hand, and it was the most soothing feeling in the world to her. She felt the surge of electricity ignite between them the second he touched her.

She didn’t understand what she was feeling or what exactly was happening between them; she only knew that she craved more of it. He traced his thumb along her cheek until it caressed her plump bottom lip, and ever so slowly, he began to lean in closer, causing Amani to stiffen slightly.

The moment hung between them like a charged current, crackling with anticipation. Was he about to kiss her? Amani’s heart raced as conflicting emotions battled within her. She didn’t know this man, but the magnetic pull between them was undeniable. Instinct screamed for her to push him away, yet something deeper urged her to lean in, to taste the forbidden.

Just as she began to surrender to the unexpected possibility of her first kiss, a jarring interruption shattered their private moment of temporary euphoria.

“Ahem…” The physician’s voice sliced through the air like a blade, pulling them back to reality. “Prince Malakai? I have the sedative you ordered for your mate.”

Amani’s heart sank like a stone. Did that woman just say Mate? And Prince? The Prince of Blackclaw? The enemy? “No…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of horror and disdain. “No!!”

He watched her intently as she cycled through a range of emotions right before his eyes: from fright and shock to disappointment, and finally, pure and raw hatred.

Amani’s heart pounded like a war drum as she catapulted herself off the bed, sending a tray of medical supplies flying in a frenzied explosion of chaos. Malakai lunged forward to quickly restrain her, his muscles bulging with added effort. Her primal screams filled the room, echoing off the walls as she fought with every ounce of strength she possessed.

Blood seeped through her bandages, staining her medical gown crimson as she tore her stitches open in her frantic struggle. But Amani cared little for the pain, her mind consumed by a single, all-consuming thought: escape.

“What the hell are you waiting for?!” Malakai directed his fury towards the physician. “Give her the damn shot already!”

As Malakai’s command rang out, the doctor jolted in surprise, snapping out of her momentary stupor. She swiftly moved towards Amani with a needle in hand and placed her hand on Amani’s thigh, intending to still her frenzied movements.

But Amani, consumed by panic and desperation, began kicking wildly at the physician, her feet connecting with her chest, sending her stumbling back, her startled expression morphing into one of shock and alarm.

Malakai swiftly pulled Amani into his lap and wrapped his arms around her, securing her arms against her body, while using his legs to immobilize her kicking limbs. Amani fought against his hold, but his strength proved unyielding as he held her firmly in place, refusing to let her escape.

“Let me go, you monster! You fucking monster! I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you all!” As Amani’s outburst reached its peak, the doctor swiftly injected the sedative into her thigh. Amani’s screams began to fade into agonized gasps as the sedative took effect, her struggles weakening until she fell limp in Malakai’s arms, enveloped by complete darkness once again.

A Harsh Reality

When Amani awoke once again, she found herself in a magnificent and luxurious bedroom, a space truly befitting royalty. The bed enveloped her in its grandeur, and she found comfort in the soft, exquisite silk sheets beneath her. Instantly, she recognized her surroundings - she had been brought to the Royal Palace. As she attempted to sit up, a sharp, searing pain shot through her body, causing her to wince in discomfort.

Taking a moment to steady herself, Amani noticed that she was adorned in a pristine white nightgown, her arms revealing the remnants of scars that marred her skin. Though they appeared to be in the process of healing, their presence still startled her. Her broken hand, now securely bandaged, offered some relief, but she knew it would take time for it to fully mend.

Suddenly, a gentle knock at the door shattered the silence, jolting Amani from her thoughts. Without hesitation, a plump, middle-aged woman entered the room, her warm and caring presence filling the space. "Oh, good, you're awake! I've come to check on you," the woman exclaimed with a hint of relief in her voice.

With a graceful stride, she approached Amani, delicately placing a tray of nourishing food on a small table nestled near a window, allowing the soft rays of sunlight to filter in. "You should eat. It will help replenish your strength," the woman suggested, casting a caring and concerned gaze upon Amani.

"I see your wounds are nearly healed," the woman said, her voice gentle yet filled with concern. "You have some strong Lycan blood there, my dear. Unfortunately, the scars will remain until you have enough strength to shift into your wolf."

"I don't have a wolf," Amani replied through clenched teeth, her voice laced with bitterness. The woman looked back at her, her face etched with confusion.

"Where are they keeping my parents and the rest of my pack?" Amani's voice trembled with desperation.

The woman's expression turned grave as she met Amani's gaze. Dread seemed to wash over her features, causing her to hesitate before speaking. "I'm sorry," she finally whispered. "But you are the only one here in the Royal Kingdom."

Amani's eyes scrutinized the woman. "You're lying!" She shot up from the bed, a rush of dizziness threatening to overpower her. She fought to maintain her balance, but her body wavered, and just as she was about to fall, the woman hurriedly reached out to steady her.

Amani's anger flared, and she slapped the woman's hands away. "Get your hands off of me!" Her voice echoed with fury. "I want to see my mother and father! I want to see them now!"

"Listen to me," the woman commanded, her voice carrying a stern tone as she firmly grasped Amani's chin. "I may overlook your hostile attitude because of who you are, but the Prince and the King have little patience and will not tolerate such behavior."

Taking a deep breath to compose herself, the woman released her hold on Amani. "I don't know how to tell you this, but... the King saw your father as a threat. It's common knowledge that the King harbors a deep hatred for rogues, and your father welcomed them with open arms."

Amani was all too aware of the Alpha King's disdain for Rogues. In fact, the Luna Queen was not Prince Malakai's biological mother. The late Luna Queen Marie had met a tragic end at the hands of a feral group of rogues, deliberately targeted to hurt the King. Prince Malakai was just a young boy of ten when he lost his mother, and since then, both the King and the Prince had transformed into the cold, ruthless Savages they were today.

The King, out of duty alone, had taken another Queen. But it was clear that he never truly loved her, for once the mate bond is formed, no other connection can compare in intensity. Even in death, the longing for one's mate persists, leaving no room for another to fill that void.

"Your father had been warned countless times,” The woman continued, her voice filled with conviction and loyalty. “He was given numerous opportunities to stop harboring rogues. Yet, year after year, he disregarded the King's orders. Bloodmoon grew in both numbers and strength, and the King feared your father would eventually declare war, seeking to dethrone him. The King managed to convince our allied packs that their safety was also at risk."

"But my father never entertained such thoughts!” Amani vehemently defended him. “He is the kindest man I've ever known, and was never driven by a thirst for power.” Her voice trembled with emotion. "How can you stand by a King who would order an attack on an entire pack based solely on unfounded assumptions?"

The woman averted her gaze, unable to hold Amani's eyes. The poor girl seemed to be on the brink of losing her sanity. "Nobody in the kingdom knew about the ambush until days later when news spread of you being the Prince's mate. I believe the King also felt threatened by you, but as Kai's mate, you are protected by the law. And rest assured, Kai won't let anyone near you, except for me."

"Where are my parents?" Amani asked again, her despair unmistakable.

The woman nervously fumbled with her fingers, still avoiding Amani's gaze. "I'm terribly sorry, my dear, but your parents are dead… they all are."

Amani couldn't comprehend what she was hearing. An overwhelming ocean of grief flooded her heart. She sank to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The woman knelt beside her, hesitantly reaching out to stroke Amani's head, but Amani flinched away.

"Leave me alone... please... just go away," Amani pleaded.

The woman rose to her feet, shaking off her clothes as if trying to rid herself of Amani's bad manners. However, when she cast another glance at the weeping girl, an overwhelming wave of pity washed over her, causing her to blink back her own tears. "My name is Maggie, and I've been assigned to look after you. I'll return later to check on you." With that, she walked out of the bedroom, locking the door behind her.

Amani lay on the floor, sobbing inconsolably for what felt like an eternity. Finally, summoning what little strength she had left, she pulled herself to her feet and made her way to the washroom. The sight that greeted her in the mirror was nothing short of horrifying. Her gasp echoed through the silence of the room as she beheld the gruesome scars etched across her chest, disappearing beneath the shadows of her nightgown.

Amani's trembling hands moved instinctively, hastily discarding the nightgown to reveal her scar-ridden body in all its disfigured glory. She stood there, vulnerable and exposed, as she stared at her own reflection in horror. Her chest and torso bore a multitude of intersecting scars, a painful reminder of the brutal attack she had endured.

Unable to bear the weight of her curiosity, she turned her gaze towards her back, praying that the mirror would reveal a different truth. But her hopes were shattered as she caught sight of another set of claw marks, etched into her skin, extending from her shoulders down to the small of her back. Tears cascaded down her face, mirroring the anguish she felt deep within her soul.

With only one piece left to uncover, Amani's attention shifted to the bandage that obscured one of her eyes. With shaky hands, she carefully peeled away the protective covering. Her hand instantly flew to her mouth, attempting to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. The wolf had also left his mark upon her beautiful face, his claws slashing a path of destruction across her left eye. The once vibrant green hue of her iris had faded, leaving behind a ghostly pallor.

Amani's heart shattered as she stared into the mirror, confronted by the cruel realization that she was now completely blind in that eye. Overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, she crumpled to the ground, her body convulsing with grief. The dreadful reflection in the mirror taunted her, a cruel reminder of everything she had lost. She yearned for a glimpse of the person she once was, but all she saw was a fractured soul staring back at her.

She couldn't understand why she hadn't shifted. Days had passed since her birthday, yet the scars that marred her body were an undeniable testament to her wolf's absence. It was unheard of for a Lycan not to shift by their eighteenth birthday, but here she was, bearing the scars that served as a painful confirmation of her anomaly.

How long would she bear the burden of these scars? Would they fade away by her next birthday or continue to haunt her for the rest of her miserable existence?

The Thread of Fate

Malakai sat at his desk in his chambers, deep in thought. It had been five days since he last laid eyes on the she-wolf he had brought home that fateful night. "A monster," she had called him. How could she label him as such, when he had saved her life? The thought gnawed at him, filling him with an unsettling blend of confusion and frustration. He had protected her, ready to rip apart the wolf that dared to lay his paws on her. Yet, she saw him as something dark and sinister.

Regret washed over him as he reflected on his inability to find her sooner. For some unfathomable reason, he had struggled to track her scent, causing a delay that weighed heavily on his conscience, tormenting him with every passing moment.

With undaunted determination, Malakai had set foot on Bloodmoon territory with one single purpose: the pack that sheltered rogues—the very beings responsible for the tragic loss of his innocent mother—would face his wrath. Hatred fueled his every step, driving him forward until justice was served.

Over the years, whispers of Saul Constantine's daughter had reached his ears, as some marveled at the thought of a female Alpha. Though many, like Malakai, couldn't help but scoff at the mere absurdity. In his staunch beliefs, a female could never lead an army of wolves into battle, let alone command one. To him, a she-wolf's role was confined to her gentleness and submission—her sole duty to cater to her mate's insatiable desires, bear his pups, and remain faithfully by his side.

When they received the invitation to her party, Malakai’s father knew it was the perfect opportunity. Saul would be expecting their arrival and wouldn't suspect anything, until it was too late. The Alpha King had a clear objective: he wanted them all dead, especially the daughter. He made his disdain for a female Alpha evident. To him, she was an insult to every Alpha before her, and he would never acknowledge her as such. It would be over his cold, dead body, he vowed.

Malakai and his patrol were assigned to wait on the outskirts of Bloodmoon territory, ready to intercept any Lycans attempting to escape to the rogue border. They had arrived hours before the party was scheduled to begin, restlessly awaiting the events to unfold… until Malakai caught a scent in the air.

"Do you smell that?" He asked his Beta, a hint of arousal in his voice.

Archer inhaled deeply, his senses attuned to the surrounding scents. "Yes, I smell a magnificent feast," he replied, his stomach growling in response.

"Not that," Malakai retorted. "The other scent, the sweet one."

Driven by pure instinct, Malakai set off to pursue the captivating fragrance. In his wolf form, his senses were heightened to an extraordinary degree, irresistibly drawing him closer to the scent that called to him like no other. Archer attempted to follow, but Malakai swiftly commanded him to stay put. Archer reluctantly obliged, watching as his alpha disappeared into the night.

The scent drew Malakai to the Constantine Manor, its allure drawing him further into the estate's sprawling garden as he stealthily made his way undetected. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't pinpoint the exact source of the scent until he lifted his snout towards the sky and inhaled deeply. And there, amidst the moonlight, he saw her.

There, on the balcony, stood the most exquisite creature he had ever laid eyes on. Bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon, she resembled a goddess. If he didn't know any better, he would have believed her to be the Moon Goddess herself. Malakai felt an instinctive need to uncover her identity, to shield her from the impending events of the night.

He felt an overwhelming sense of dread suddenly wash over him as he thought about what might happen to her. The mere thought of anyone causing her harm ignited a fiery rage within him.

And then, in a serendipitous moment, their eyes met, a connection forged that reached the depths of his soul. In that moment, everything else faded away, and the world ceased to exist. There was no duty, no rogues, no ambush. Just him and her, here in this instant.

"Mine," his wolf whispered to his cold heart.

She was unequivocally his, and he vowed to protect her with every fiber of his being. No one would dare to touch her, not tonight or any other night. She belonged to him and him alone.

"Amani, there you are!" A woman called out, tearing her eyes away from him.

Amani? He thought, his distaste evident. The Alpha's daughter? The abomination to his kind? No, it can't be. He quickly turned away and headed back to his post, refusing to accept her. He couldn't, what would his father think?

He was halfway back when, to his surprise, he saw Archer rushing towards him. "Malakai! I was coming to look for you! It's already begun. The wolves from the uniting packs have infiltrated the territory. They're planning their ambush now, if they haven't already!"

Malakai couldn't shake her from his thoughts. She was going to die tonight. The orders were clear – kill them all, especially the Constantines.

"Where is my father and the Royal Guard?" Malakai exclaimed.

"He wanted the Alpha for himself," Archer informed. "Last I heard, Alpha Saul fled with his own guard, and your father went after him. Some of the Royal Guard were ordered to search the Constantine Manor and eliminate his Luna and daughter."

"Go protect our mate, you fool!" The wolf inside the Prince growled, and that was all the push Malakai needed to go to his mate. He just hoped he'd reach her in time.

"Malakai, where are you going?!" Archer shouted.

Malakai paid him no mind as he raced back to the manor, desperate to reach her before the unthinkable happened. The scene around him was a brutal tableau of carnage, the fallen bodies of Bloodmoon members strewn across the ground. They had fought valiantly, but they never stood a chance.

Outside the manor, a frenzied horde of bloodthirsty wolves charged towards the sturdy doors of House Constantine. Their eyes glowed with a feral hunger, their snarls echoing through the night.

"Stand down!" Malakai's voice boomed through the mind link, his alpha aura infusing his words with raw authority. The beasts immediately yielded, parting to make way for him. As he approached, they bowed their heads in submission, their primal instincts overridden by his command.

Malakai wasted no time, forcefully crashing through the doors as if they were nothing. With a menacing growl, he warned the wolves not to follow him, and they scattered in search of other prey. Despite the overwhelming scent of her presence, Malakai's apprehension grew exponentially when he failed to locate her.

It had taken him an agonizingly long time before he finally managed to track her scent. It was in that moment, as he followed the trail, that he heard her piercing screams—the same screams that had relentlessly haunted his sleep every night since.

Suddenly, a forceful knock at his door jolted him back to reality. "Come in," he permitted.

The Prince of Blackclaw

"My Prince," a woman's voice called out softly.

Steph gracefully entered his chambers, draped in a luxurious red silk robe. Steph was truly a stunning she-wolf, with her long, flowing blonde hair, captivating blue eyes, and a figure that could make any heart skip a beat. Malakai had indulged in pleasure with her body on multiple occasions. Of all the she-wolves he bedded, Steph knew she was his favorite. Nobody could satisfy the Prince quite like she could.

Malakai had long given up on his search for his mate, abandoning all hope of finding the one destined to be his. Following his first shift, his father hosted countless balls, extending invitations to all the eligible young women from the neighboring packs.

Yet, despite the grandeur of these gatherings, not a single one produced any favorable results. He began to believe that his mate was either dead or, even worse, a rogue. With this in mind, he discarded any reservations and indulged his primal desires with any willing woman who crossed his path, and there were certainly no shortages of stunning women eager to oblige.

Little did he know that fate had a different plan in store for him. It would be the she-wolf, kept within the confines of her pack's borders, hidden from the outside world, who would ultimately be revealed as his fated mate. This she-alpha, who had been the subject of countless jokes and ridicule from Malakai and his father, would prove to be the missing piece he had been searching for all along.

"What do you want, Steph?" He asked, his tone cold and distant.

A hint of hurt flashed in Steph's eyes, "I have missed you, my Prince. It has been days since I last saw you or heard from you."

Silently, Steph approached him, her delicate hands gently caressing and kneading the tension from Malakai's shoulders. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and in that moment, Steph interpreted it as a silent invitation.

“You seem tense, my Prince. I can only imagine the weight on your mind these days," Steph whispered softly as she removed her robe, revealing a seductive ensemble of white, lace lingerie that left little to the imagination. With a deliberate movement, she positioned herself on the desk in front of him, parting her legs slowly and enticingly.

As Malakai's gaze traveled over every inch of her body, his own desires stirring within him. The tension in the air was undeniable, and Steph, consumed by the thought of him, sought to alleviate his stress. She lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him, allowing the pressure of his bulge to press against her.

A surge of heat coursed through her, and Steph began to move her hips in slow, circular motions, grinding against him. Malakai couldn't help but emit a low grunt, a wordless approval, as she pressed herself firmly against his throbbing cock, the sensation fueling her desire further.

In a moment of passion, he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck to him. His mouth found its way to her delicate skin, ravishing it with a combination of bites and feverish licks. Steph's moans grew louder, her fingers entangling themselves in his silky, midnight-black hair, urging him closer, craving the intensity of his bites.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, she surrendered to her own delight, her moans escaping freely as her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Her hips quickened their pace, an urgent need coursing through her. With a swift motion, she reached for his belt, her nimble fingers swiftly unfastening it, followed by the unzipping of his pants, liberating his impressive, pulsating manhood. With a firm, yet tender grip, she began to stroke him, her hand moving with purpose and an unquenchable thirst.

Malakai's groans of pleasure filled the air as he eagerly tore off the top of her lingerie, exposing her ample and luscious breasts to him. With a hunger reminiscent of a newborn pup, he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it fervently.

"Yes, yes, my Prince," Steph gasped, her voice dripping with surrender. "I am yours, completely and utterly yours."

"Mine," Malakai whispered breathlessly, his mind consumed by the vivid memory of Amani on the balcony that fateful night. The image of her unparalleled beauty, her hair cascading in the wind, bathed in the enchanting moonlight, captivated his thoughts. She appeared before him like a celestial vision, a glimpse of paradise personified.

"Mine," he whispered again, his voice trembling with longing and possessiveness.

Steph's moans grew even louder, convinced that Malakai's words were meant for her. Little did she know that his focus belonged entirely to his mate. In that moment, all he could envision was her unrivaled allure. From the instant his eyes met hers, he was mesmerized. Never before had he encountered a being so flawlessly enchanting in all his existence.

He thought about the two of them back at the Royal Hospital, feeling the electric current that surged through his body with every touch. He vividly remembered the way she gazed at him, a beautiful blend of apprehension and longing, as she leaned closer to him. In that moment, he desperately yearned to press his lips against hers, succumbing to the intensity of his desire.

In his eyes, she was perfect in ways he had never imagined his mate could be. She surpassed his wildest dreams, a true testament to the blessings of the Moon Goddess when she bestowed Amani upon him. She belonged to him and him alone. She would forever remain his cherished prize.

The thought of it all was driving him closer and closer to his climax. A mere hand job had never been enough to satisfy him before. As he gazed up at the she-wolf on top of him, a wave of self-disgust washed over him. In an instant, he forcefully threw her off, causing her to crash to the floor with a resounding thud.

“My Prince?! What have I done to displease you?” She cried.

Malakai swiftly rose to his feet, retrieving her robe from the floor and hurling it at her. “Get out.”

“Uhm, bu... but?” She stammered, her confusion evident.

“Out!” He demanded, not even sparing her a second glance.

Steph hastily threw on her robe, fueled by her indignation. How dare he treat her this way, she seethed in her thoughts. Her eyes shot daggers at the back of his head before she stormed out of his chambers, aching for the satisfaction of slamming the door behind her. Meanwhile, Malakai swiftly rearranged himself back into his pants, only to be interrupted by another knock at the door.

He stormed towards it, flinging it wide open, ready to unleash his frustration. "I told you..."

"Good evening, Kai," Maggie stood before him, catching him off guard.

A look of surprise etched itself upon Malakai's face as he realized it was her. "Sorry, Mags, I thought you were..." His gaze darted up and down the halls. "Never mind, what do you need?"

Maggie entered his chambers without waiting for his invitation, knowing she was the only one who could overstep those boundaries. She was also the only one who could call him Kai, just like his mother did. Her devotion to him started when he was just a small boy, and it only grew stronger after the tragic loss of his mother. It was during those difficult times, when his father was emotionally and physically absent, that she had been his rock.

The King had locked himself away in his chambers for weeks, or maybe even months. Malakai couldn't recall; it was all a blur to him now. That part seemed so far away from him, but the way he felt when he lost his sweet mother was freshly ingrained in his soul. It was the hardest thing he had ever had to endure, an anguish he had not fully recovered from. All those years ago, all those nights he cried himself to sleep, wishing to be in his mother's arms again.

When his father did make an appearance, he would scold Malakai for being weak. After all, he was destined to be the Alpha King one day. His father emphasized the importance of keeping his emotions under wraps, and Malakai took those words to heart. As a result, he became the cold and emotionless Savage he is today.

However, he could never forget how Maggie remained by his side. She became a second mother to him, and he trusted her more than any other she-wolf in the world. For that reason, he will always hold her dear to him.

"Amani won't eat," Maggie revealed. "It's been days, and she's left tray after tray of food untouched. She refuses to bathe or even shift to heal her scars. She either lies in bed all day or sits by the window in a daze. I'm starting to worry about her well-being."

Malakai's fists clenched tightly at his sides, anger coursing through him. Amani hasn't eaten anything for all these days? Is she intentionally trying to starve herself to death? The very thought infuriated him.

"Have a tray of food brought here to my chambers," he said, his dissatisfaction evident in his tone. "I will personally deliver it to her myself."

Curse the Moon Goddess

Amani sat on the sill of the bay window inside her chambers, lost in a daze as she gazed out. She hadn't shed a single tear since she learned of the devastating news of her parents' and pack's demise. She felt completely numb, as if her emotions had been stripped away. Amani couldn't help but wonder if she was somehow broken, incapable of feeling anything at all. Pain, anger, and even hunger seemed foreign to her now. It was as if she was merely existing without truly being alive at all.

The window had become her refuge, a vantage point from which she sought solace. It offered a breathtaking view that overlooked the Blackclaw River, surrounded by lush green hills and large enchanting oak trees. The setting sun painted the sky in vibrant hues, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape. Amani might have been awestruck by the captivating view before her, but her senses were dulled by the weight of her grief.

She heard the sound of someone unlocking her bedroom door - Maggie, most likely. The old woman would bring in yet another tray of food, which would sit on the table until it turned cold, only to be discarded like all the meals before it. The woman was determined, and Amani would give her that. However, their encounters would be no different than the last, as Amani was adamant about having nothing to do with any member of Blackclaw.

Suddenly, a loud noise startled Amani, causing her to jump out of her skin. The sound of the food tray being slammed onto the table shifted her gaze towards the source of the ruckus, and to her surprise, it wasn't Maggie.

With a fiery intensity in his eyes, Malakai gazed at Amani with a domineering expression. "Come here," he demanded, forcefully pulling out a chair at the table.

For the first time in days, Amani felt an emotion so intense build up inside of her: defiance.

"Now," he growled through his teeth.

Amani fought everything within her to resist his command, but his Alpha tone was very much alive and present in that room. Her body quickly sprung into action, propelling her towards the chair beside him.

He pointed down at the chair. "Sit," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She did as she was told, and it infuriated her beyond measure. She wanted to scream at her body for betraying her and obeying this bastard's commands.

Malakai pulled out a chair and settled down next to her. "You're going to eat every last bite of this food, do you understand me?"

Amani nodded, her hand reaching for the utensils. Damn you, body! She seethed inwardly, feeling yet another act of betrayal.

"You're lucky I don't make you lick the plate clean when you're all through," he hissed.

Amani couldn't help but roll her eyes, but she quickly regretted it when she caught his glare.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" He growled

Amani quickly lowered her head to avoid his penetrating stare. She knew that if she had been anyone else, he would have immediately ordered ten strokes of the whip. She was bold to act this way towards the Prince, but a part of her didn't care. There was an overwhelming feeling inside of her that demanded her own respect and for him to submit to her. Was this her own Alpha nature asserting itself?

However, Amani was well aware that such a scenario would never happen, not in a million years. An Alpha, especially the future Alpha King, would never bow down before a she-wolf or anyone else, for that matter.

The weight of his displeasure hung in the air like a suffocating black cloud. Secretly, she wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole, right then and there. Damn, he was intense. Now, she understood that all the rumors about him were true. He was undeniably one intimidating son of a wolf.

Malakai then lifted the cloche from the plate, and the aroma instantly made Amani's mouth water. The food looked even more tantalizing than it smelled: roasted chicken that exuded a delectable fragrance of butter and herbs, asparagus generously covered in a creamy balsamic sauce, and a refreshing mango and avocado salad. Amani hadn't realized just how hungry she was; in fact, she was famished.

Without hesitation, she plunged right in and took a bite, and it was absolutely delicious. She closed her eyes and savored the explosion of flavors on her taste buds. If she had been alone, she would have surely moaned with pleasure. Bite after bite, she devoured the food in a ravenous manner, as if she had been deprived of sustenance this entire time.

She glanced up at the Prince and noticed his eyes fixed on her every move. She had been so caught up in her meal that she hadn't even noticed his ravenous stare.

And those eyes, those damn deep blues that entranced her every time. What kind of sorcery was this, she asked herself. She blushed beneath his gaze and shyly looked away. Goddess, he was handsome, she fully admitted to herself. As she continued to finish the rest of her dinner, she still felt his intense gaze on her, prompting her to delicately sweep her hair over her face, concealing the scarred side.

Malakai had the urge to gently smack her hand away and tuck her hair back behind her ear. Was she ashamed of the scars, he pondered? If he was truly honest with himself, the scars made her look like an absolute badass, and she truly was one. He witnessed the way she fearlessly stabbed his father's Beta in the eye with the wooden stake. The girl was a savage. His girl, Amani—Amani Savage. He liked the sound of that.

She certainly had no reason to feel insecure, he mused. After all, she was still so damn gorgeous... scars and all. The bond between them was intensifying by the second, urging him to rip off all her clothes and mate with her right there on that table.

But before that could happen, she needed to shift first. She had to rid herself of those scars that only served as a painful reminder of how he failed to protect his own mate.

"I'm finished," Amani said, carefully placing the utensils back onto the tray.

"Good," he replied. "I'll have Maggie draw you a bath, and then we’ll go for a run."

"A run?" She asked, her confusion evident.

"Yes, you need to shift and heal your body completely. Plus, it will do you well to get out of this room and get some fresh air."

"But I can't..." she objected, her voice trailing off.

"You can and you will," he cut her off dismissively, rising from the table and making his way towards the door.

"No, you don't understand..." Amani pressed the matter as she stood up to face him. "I can't shift. I never have."

Malakai furrowed his brows, giving her a puzzled look as if she had sprouted two heads. "What do you mean you never have? You're supposed to be an Alpha. Alphas always shift early in life," he stated matter-of-factly.

"I don't understand it either, but it's true," she replied.

"That night was your eighteenth birthday. Why didn't you shift?" He probed.

Amani's gaze turned incredulous, as if she couldn't believe the question. "I don't know. Perhaps, I was too busy fleeing for my life while my pack was being mercilessly slaughtered at the hands of your wretched father."

Malakai marched back towards her, rage burning in his eyes. She wanted to retreat, to escape through the window that she had been staring out of all these days, but she held her ground and glared right back at him.

"Don't you ever take that tone with me again. Do you understand?" He seethed.

He towered over her, his height reaching at least six and a half feet, if not more. She felt minuscule in comparison, like an ant in the presence of a giant. A surge of power welled within her, urging her to hold her stance, but she soon faltered under the weight of his Alpha aura and bowed her head in submission.

"Yes," she uttered, her voice laced with both compliance and rebellion.

"Yes, what?" He demanded, his authority covering every corner of the room.

"Yes, Your Royal Highness," she conceded, every word dripping with bitterness.

Like a raging tempest, he stormed out of the room, locking her inside. She exhaled, finally releasing a long-held breath, as if she had been holding it in the entire time he was there. She hated him and couldn’t help but curse the Moon Goddess for mating her to this Lycan. She would never love him, not ever.

"Over my dead body," she whispered vehemently under her breath.

A Test of Patience

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the towering windows of the Royal Palace, casting a warm glow on Amani's face as she slept soundly in her bed. She stirred from her slumber as Maggie entered her chambers, gracefully carrying a tray filled with a delicious breakfast.

"Good morning," Maggie greeted with a bright smile, crossing the room to place the tray on the table.

Usually, Amani would ignore Maggie's morning greetings, but today was different. A sense of warmth for the old woman was beginning to awaken within her. "Good morning," Amani responded, surprising Maggie who glanced over to confirm it was indeed her speaking.

"I brought your breakfast," Maggie said, her voice tinged with a hint of caution. "I would strongly advise you to eat it unless you want an angry Alpha barging in here."

With a gentle stretch, Amani sat up and slowly made her way to the table. She realized it was in her best interest to enjoy her meal and avoid the return of the formidable Prince.

"When you're finished, Kai will be escorting you to the Royal Hospital for a check-up," Maggie informed Amani.

"I don't need a check-up," Amani protested. "I'm perfectly fine."

"Kai is concerned about your wolf not emerging," Maggie explained. "We have the best physicians in the Pack Lands, and I believe it would be wise for you to go."

Amani hesitated. "Well, can't you accompany me?"

Maggie chuckled. "Kai won't allow you to leave these walls without him."

"I don't want to be anywhere near him," Amani declared.

"But he's your mate," Maggie reminded her.

"I don't care," Amani stubbornly replied. "I want nothing to do with him."

Maggie paused, searching for the right words. "I'm afraid you don't have a say in that matter. You should give him a chance. After all, he saved your life."

Amani finished her breakfast, and Maggie graciously helped her into one of the many beautiful dresses that Malakai had commissioned the Royal Kingdom's finest seamstresses to create exclusively for her. Despite being brought up as an esteemed lady, born to a very wealthy Alpha, Amani had never before adorned such exquisitely crafted garments.

Once Amani was dressed and her hair elegantly styled, Malakai arrived to escort her. She avoided meeting his gaze as she approached him at the door, and to spite him, chose not to return his greeting. Though it irked him to no end, he couldn't deny the breathtaking beauty she emanated. If she wasn’t behaving like such a brat, he might have even found words to compliment her stunning appearance.

They walked towards the palace gates, where a carriage awaited them. Like a gentleman, Malakai extended his hand, offering assistance to Amani as she boarded the carriage. However, she refused his gesture and stubbornly climbed up on her own. Malakai struggled to maintain his composure, as it was challenging for a person of his esteemed stature to endure such blatant disrespect.

Seeking to further stoke his simmering fury, Amani deliberately chose to occupy the center of the box seat, seemingly hoping it would compel Malakai to sit across from her. Refusing to be outplayed, Malakai decided to indulge her childish game. He settled in right beside her, their proximity so intimate that she might as well have been seated upon his lap.

With a frustrated huff, she yanked the part of her dress that he was sitting on, freeing it from beneath him. She then slid all the way to the opposite end of the seat, crossing her arms as she stared out of the window. Malakai took a deep breath, mustering every ounce of patience he had, just as he had promised Maggie he would.

When they arrived at the Royal Hospital, Malakai and Amani were greeted by the same woman physician who had treated Amani's wounds. Wolves were known to be possessive of their mates, ensuring that no other man even dared to look in her direction. However, Malakai was an Alpha, born of a very strong bloodline—a bloodline that had ruled for centuries—so he only allowed women physicians and staff to treat her that night.

"How have you been feeling?" The physician asked Amani as she carefully examined her. "Have you experienced any pain, changes in appetite, or trouble sleeping?"

"I don't have much of an appetite," Amani replied glumly. "And I have no trouble sleeping. I can sleep all day if I had the chance."

And sleep she would, for it was only in the realm of dreams that she could escape the nightmarish reality she found herself in. As for the pain, there was only the pain that resided deep within her heart. Yet, she knew it was a pain that wasn't worth mentioning, for there was no treatment capable of healing a broken heart.

"Do you mind if I take a look at your wounds?" The physician asked, her tone gentle and reassuring. "Just for a quick moment, would it be alright if we pull your dress down?"

Amani's gaze shifted to Malakai, a hint of hesitation lingering in her eyes. She felt a twinge of discomfort at the thought of undressing in front of him. Sensing her unease, he let out an exasperated sigh and turned around, concealing his frustration. Little did she know that he had already seen her completely naked the night he brought her there.

"Your wounds," the physician marveled, "they're completely healed. It hasn't even been a week, and only the scars remain, as if they've been with you since childhood."

The physician glanced at Malakai as she laced up Amani's dress. "She has strong alpha blood, the strongest I've witnessed since... your bloodline. Any other wolf, especially a she-wolf, would have never survived such a brutal attack in their natural form."

"Fascinating," Malakai remarked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Then, where the hell is her wolf?"

"Perhaps the trauma she endured suppressed her wolf," the physician suggested.

Malakai scoffed, "That's absurd. If anything, it should have awakened her wolf even more. There are countless tales of Lycans experiencing their first shift during moments of peril."

"You're absolutely right, Your Highness," the physician responded respectfully. "However, we must consider the fact that we’ve never encountered a female alpha before. It is possible that they undergo a shift later in life, or perhaps your mate's current mental state is impeding her ability to reach her full potential."

Malakai's gaze shifted to Amani, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. He noticed that the radiant glow she had exuded that night from the balcony had now dimmed. "What do you recommend I do?" He inquired with a genuine desire to find a solution.

“I suggest surrounding her with things that bring her peace, things that bring her some... joy,” the physician said, her gaze filled with empathy as she looked at Amani. “Your mate is otherwise in optimal health. I don’t believe it to be caused by any physical ailment.”

Malakai wasn’t entirely satisfied with the outcome, but he took her advice into consideration. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied. “I appreciate your time.”

“Of course, Your Highness. If there is anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to send for me,” she said, turning her attention to Amani. “Take care of yourself, My Lady.”

Amani stood up from her seat and followed Malakai out of the exam room, but then glanced back at the physician. "I want to apologize for my outburst that day," she said sincerely. "I believe I kicked you and was completely out of line. You didn't deserve that, and I understand that you were only trying to help me."

The physician smiled warmly. “All is forgiven.”

Malakai couldn't help but roll his eyes and wonder where the hell his apology was. They headed back to the carriage, where Malakai offered his hand to her once again, only to be smugly refused. He hesitated to ask her anything, assuming she would continue to ignore his existence. But despite his reservations, he decided to go ahead.

"Do you... have any activities that you enjoy?" He asked. "Any hobbies that help put your mind at ease?"

A heavy silence hung in the air, just as he had expected. Frustration coursed through him, making him question why he even bothered. Just as he was about to give up, he caught a faint whisper escaping her lips.

"What was that?" He said, leaning in to hear her better.

She took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. "Paint," she said softly. "I like to paint."

A small smile graced Malakai's lips, a sense of triumph shining in his eyes. "Noted," he said, retaining her answer to memory.

As soon as they returned to the palace, Malakai wasted no time in sending his servants out to fetch the finest paint supplies that the Kingdom had to offer. They swiftly brought an array of paintbrushes, canvases, and an elegant easel to Amani's chambers.

Additionally, they presented her with a stunning selection of acrylic, oil, and watercolor paints in a beautiful variety of colors. The sight of it all was enough to lift her spirits, and for the first time in days, Amani couldn't help but smile.

The Royal Ass

Every evening, Malakai would join Amani in her chambers for dinner, their shared meals becoming a regular engagement. At first, she resented his presence, preferring solitude during her newly acquired misery. However, as time passed, she found herself gradually growing accustomed to his company.

During the day, she would immerse herself in her art, her paintbrush gracefully dancing across the canvas for hours on end. Every now and then, Malakai would casually enter the room and quietly observe—a tranquil escape from his own demanding existence. His genuine admiration for her artwork was evident in his words, and she couldn't help but feel a blush creep onto her cheeks in response. Yet, a part of her chastised herself for caring about his opinion, reminding herself that she didn't need his validation.

Amani could always sense his tension whenever he entered the room. Whether he was by his father's side during court and other Royal Council affairs or on patrol for perimeter checks throughout the Kingdom, the weight of his responsibilities did not go unnoticed.

Wherever there were reports of rogue sightings, he and his unit were always there, ready to take action. Malakai had already earned the respect and prestige of a King, a result of his father's diligent training since the untimely death of the late Queen.

Reluctantly, Amani had to admit that it was becoming increasingly difficult to harbor any hatred towards Malakai. Despite his commanding presence and his need for control over every aspect of her life, he surprised her with his kindness and never caused her any harm.

Unbeknownst to Amani, Malakai was fighting his own internal battles simply from being in her presence. He struggled to suppress his wolf's primal instincts to mate and mark her as his own. It was highly uncommon for mates to go this long without coupling, and the only thing holding him back was the fact that she didn't have a wolf.

Without her wolf, Amani didn't feel the same strong yearning for the Prince as he did for her. Being a Lycan, she knew he was her mate. The spark was undeniable when they touched, but with her wolf, it would feel a thousand times more intense, both physically and emotionally.

Malakai deeply respected Amani. He wanted her to desire him willingly, without any sense of obligation just because they were destined mates. It was widely known that Malakai possessed a strong sexual appetite, and Maggie felt compelled to reassure Amani that he has remained faithful to her, which Amani was sure added to his already simmering tension.

Amani couldn't help but feel bothered at the mere thought of him being with another woman, and she found herself utterly baffled by her own emotions. She was supposed to hate him, wasn't she? She wasn't sure anymore; her conflicting emotions were becoming increasingly perplexing. To make matters worse, she caught herself anxiously watching the clock in her room, eagerly awaiting the hour when they would have dinner and spend time together.

As the weeks went by, Amani found herself gradually venturing out of her room more frequently. She started taking daily walks through the garden, accompanied by Maggie, with whom she had developed a close bond recently. The garden was a sanctuary of vibrant colors and fragrant blooms, a haven that brought solace to her troubled heart.

Initially, Amani would receive numerous stares from curious onlookers, undoubtedly drawn to the scars on her face. At first, she would lower her head in embarrassment, attempting to shield herself from their prying eyes. But then, an indomitable force within her urged her to hold her head up high, meeting the gaze of those who dared to stare for too long.

And in that moment, she discovered a power she hadn't known before. It was a power that commanded respect, causing those who lingered too long to avert their eyes in submission. Perhaps, it was because they knew who she was mated to, and they knew better.

She wasn't exactly sure what had them cowering away once she stood her ground, but when they did, she relished it. It ignited a feeling within her, something completely foreign. What was it? Could it be arousal? Of course, such power would evoke arousal for someone like her—an alpha. And indeed, she was an alpha. Whatever it was, she would be respected here. She would demand it, and nothing less.

She had actually started to grow accustomed to the scar on her face, not being blind in that eye, of course. She hated that, but she couldn't deny that the scars gave her a certain badass appeal. Each time she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror, she realized that she was still undeniably beautiful.

However, the scars on her body were a different story. Amani could never bring herself to fully accept them. Whenever it came time to bathe or dress, she would deliberately avoid looking at them. They seemed grotesque and repulsive to her, prompting her to always choose attire that concealed them as much as possible.

As Amani lay in bed, lost in her thoughts, she was interrupted by a gentle knock at her chamber's door. "Come in," she called out.

"Good morning, my lady," Penelope entered her chambers with a warm smile and gracefully curtsied before Amani.

Penelope was sixteen years old and had been Amani's personal servant ever since Malakai had grown comfortable enough to allow someone other than Maggie to be in her presence. Only Penelope was entrusted with the privilege of serving Amani and being alone in her chambers. The Prince had not granted permission for any other servants to attend to her.

Fortunately for Penelope, Amani was not demanding, and she did not have to rush around in a frenzy. While Amani prided herself on her independence and self-sufficiency, Penelope constantly implored her to allow her to assist her, fearing the consequences if Malakai were to discover her performing menial tasks on her own. An incident involving Amani attempting to run her own bath had left Penelope in tears, leaving Amani both concerned and baffled.

Amani was surprised that she didn't have to call the poor girl in to chew her food for her. Were the members of the Royal Family so insistent on never lifting a finger to do anything for themselves? Amani detested slavery, just like her parents did. Though her father, Alpha Saul, was a Lord and had numerous servants, they weren't slaves. They were free and well-compensated.

Amani's father had always instilled in her the importance of self-reliance, as he believed that anything could be taken away in the blink of an eye. Little did she know how true his words would ring. In the Royal Kingdom, the situation was quite different: every omega was enslaved, obligated to wait hand and foot on those of higher status.

"Penelope, I thought I asked you to stop bowing to me. You're not a slave when you enter this room, so I want you to treat me just as you would any of your friends," Amani said, her voice firm but gentle. She got up from bed and gracefully slipped into her robe.

Penelope looked down, her eyes filled with unyielding loyalty. "Forgive me, My Lady, but I can't address you any other way. It's not proper. You will be Luna Queen one day, and I just can't treat you like you're ordinary." She hurried over to Amani's bed, swiftly stripping the sheets to lay fresh, clean ones.

Luna Queen? The thought of Amani being Luna Queen one day had never even crossed her mind. Conflicting emotions swirled within her. Did she truly desire that title? She was an Alpha, strong and fierce. Why did the idea of being called Luna make her feel inadequate? Her mother was a Luna, and was the strongest woman she’s ever known. A wave of profound sadness washed over Amani as she remembered her mother's courageous sacrifice, fighting by her father's side until the end.

"Uhm... My Lady?" Penelope hesitated before speaking up. "Did you... hear me?"

Amani turned abruptly, her attention caught by Penelope's words. "I'm sorry?"

"Today is the Alpha King's birthday, and I've been given the order to assist you in preparing for the grand celebration."

A surge of anger immediately coursed through Amani's veins. Her hands clenched into tight fists, the sharp sting of her nails piercing the tender flesh of her palms. She hadn't seen the Alpha King at all since she arrived at the place.

She assumed that the Prince purposely prevented them from crossing paths, aware of how unsettling it would be for her to face the Lycan who had issued the command to slaughter her pack. The one who had taken away her father, her mother, and even tried to take her life.

"Who gave that order?" Amani's voice trembled with fury.

Penelope hesitated, sensing Amani's sudden change in mood. "The Prince, My Lady," she uttered timidly.

Without hesitation, Amani strode towards the door, forcefully flinging it open.

"Where are you going, My Lady?" Penelope inquired, concern etched on her face.

Amani turned back to face Penelope, indignation flaring in her eyes. "I'm going to have a little talk with the Royal Ass."