Noticing my intrigue, he elaborated, "My throne is in jeopardy because I've been without a mate for one hundred and twenty-three years. My council is planning to impeach me; they want an heir." So, he needed me to bear a child? Was this the narrow path my life had been reduced to?

You just need a baby-making machine, huh? I couldn't hide my irritation, and he caught on, chuckling again. "You really know how to keep up, Yolanda.

But I've changed my mind. I don't just want you to bear my children anymore; I'm genuinely fascinated by you. I never expected to be paired with someone as stunning as you." He should take a look in the mirror-he's the definition of beauty himself.

He pulled the food closer and insisted, "Eat up, mate. You'll need all your strength for tomorrow's adventure." Adventure? "Where are we headed?" I asked, bewildered. "To the mighty pack, of course-our home." My eyes widened in shock.

"But I have to study! What about your teaching job?" Before I could protest further, he shoved a spoonful of food into my mouth, silencing me. It was incredible-I've never tasted anything quite like it before.

He confessed, "That was my way of searching for my mate. I don't need to keep up that pretense any longer. I traveled from pack to pack, taking on the role of a substitute professor, all in the hopes of finding my mate. It seems Raymond's plan actually worked."

I gathered that Raymond was his trusted ally, and he continued to feed me.

Once I finished eating, he gently laid me on the bed. Exhaustion washed over me, and all I wanted was to drift off to sleep. He stood up and began to undress, and as the fog in my mind began to clear, I shot up from the bed.

"Take it easy; I have no intention of taking you in another man's pack," he said, finishing his undressing and sliding into bed beside me, pulling me close.

Here I was, lying next to a naked man, and embarrassment flooded me, but my wolf was a different story-she was acting like a creature in heat. I had to push those feelings aside.

Morning broke, and as he mentioned, we were indeed heading to his pack. I felt the need to bid farewell to my siblings, even though my father could be prickly while my sisters were anything but. Fresh clothes were laid out for me, and I was guided to where my mate awaited.

So accustomed to keeping my gaze lowered, I almost missed the presence of my sisters until Blair called out to me, prompting me to lift my head.

Blair and Bria dashed toward me, enveloping me in warm hugs. My eyes flickered to Alejandro, who wore a radiant smile that made me want to kiss him right then and there.

I embraced my sisters tightly; their joy over my newfound bond with the lycan king was palpable. "Be good there, okay? If you need anything, don't forget to call," Bria said, her voice thick with emotion as she wiped away her tears.

I cherished my sisters; they had always been my unwavering support. But now, it was time to leave. Alejandro stepped closer, taking my hand firmly.

"That's enough; we don't have time," he said gently. My sisters bowed their heads in respect as he led me outside. Cars were parked outside for our department and I took one last glance at my sisters before stepping into the vehicle.

We arrived at the airport in no time. I was seated on what appeared to be a private plane, and this was my first experience flying, as well as my first time away from my pack. A meal was served to me since I hadn't eaten yet, and he sat across from me, observing me intently as I ate, seemingly enjoying the sight.

Once I finished, he let out a sigh and said, "Yolanda, I need to warn you that many people will want to harm you, so you must be prepared." I shot him a questioning look, unsure of what he meant. "As I mentioned, there are those who wish to undermine me, and they will find alternative ways to do so.

You need to stay vigilant," he continued. Was he implying that I could be a target as well?

With a serious tone, I replied, "Could you elaborate? If this situation is too dangerous for me, I'll return to my pack. I'm just a weak Omega."

It might be wiser to stick to my original plan of living among humans. "If you seek clarification, I can provide it. I have a twin who was born before me but was weaker.

Only the strongest can become alpha, and when my father passed the title to me a century and a half ago, my twin was enraged. He would stop at nothing to reclaim his position. He found a mate and had children, while I remain without a mate.

Now, he has gathered supporters who want him to take over because he has an heir, and I do not."

I understood his explanation, but I struggled to manage the dynamics within my own pack. How could I possibly confront his brother, a lycan, and the lycans in his pack? He chuckled, pulling me from my thoughts. "I'm just advising you to be cautious. If you are careful, no harm will come to you.

No one will dare to touch you, I assure you." Yet, despite his reassurances, I couldn't shake my unease.

Why not consider giving him the throne instead? In that moment, I realized the error of my words as his once-smiling face turned serious. "I have my pride, my friend. Do you want me to become a laughingstock?" he retorted.

I shut my eyes, revealing a truth I had kept hidden: "I have never shifted into my wolf before." His expression shifted to one of surprise. "But I can sense your wolf; it's dominating this space right now. Are you certain you are an omega?" His question caught me off guard, but I nodded confidently.

I was indeed an omega; my entire family consisted of omegas. "I could only hear her voice yesterday when you arrived," I admitted shyly, and he responded with a hum.

I struggled to maintain eye contact as he reached out, gently cupping my face. "It will be impossible to avoid my brother and his family, but do steer clear of a lycan woman named Clarice; she has an obsession with me." I was baffled. "Is she an ex-lover?" I inquired.

He chuckled softly and replied, "No, you may not know this, but a lycan can only mate with their designated partner. However, she has taken a liking to me, so be cautious; she could be your only issue." With that, he pressed a light kiss on my lips, as delicate as a feather, before pulling away.

I found myself asking, "Are you a virgin?" despite not knowing what compelled me to do so.

After nine hours, our plane finally touched down, and Alejandro woke me from my slumber. I felt a wave of shyness wash over me as we exited the airport.

What was wrong with me? Why did I have to ask such an embarrassing question? The memory of his reaction lingered, making the flight feel utterly awkward, as I couldn't shake off the feeling of shame.

Cars were arranged to pick us up, and we were not alone; he had several convoys accompanying him. We were escorted to the vehicle, and the journey from the airport to the palace took an additional two hours. By the time we arrived, it was already dark.

During the drive, I was captivated by the sheer size and beauty of the mighty pack, which truly lived up to its name.

As we stepped out, a crowd had gathered to welcome us, with everyone bowing their heads in respect. He held my hand as we walked, and even the servants and staff exuded an air of elegance.

The palace itself was vast and magnificent, adorned with ancient sculptures, making it feel like a scene from a movie. I could hardly believe this was to be my new home.

In an instant, I learned that I was mated to a lycan king and would become his queen. Moon Goddess, grant me strength, for I am uncertain of what lies ahead, I silently prayed.

The grandeur of the palace was overwhelming, Alejandro led me through the halls and they were servants at every turn, his grip on my hand firm but reassuring. I could feel the weight of countless eyes on me, their gazes were filled with curiosity, confusion and, in some cases, disdain.

We finally arrived at a set of double doors, which swung open to reveal a suite, it was warm and smelled like flowers. Alejandro turned to me, his red piercing eyes softening as they met mine, my wolf was deeply aroused. "This will be your room" he said, his voice gentle "I hope it's to your liking."

I nodded, though I was stunned to speak. The room was more luxurious that anything I had ever seen, let alone imagined, a massive canopy bed dominated the space, Alejandro stepped closer, "you should rest," he said. "Tomorrow will be a busy day."

I wanted to ask him what he meant, but before I could, he leaned down and pressed my back against his chest and my breasts became fuller and even more obvious, he gave me a killer smile and lightly kissed my forehead. The gesture was so tender and a bit rough at the same time that it took my breath away, I'm also guessing it's my wolf that likes the rough part.

I let out a small moan, then without another word, he turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

I stood there for a moment, trying to process everything that had happened. Just a few days ago, I had been a bullied omega, struggling to survive in a world that seemed determined to crush me. Now, I was the mate of a lycan king, standing in a palace that felt like a dream.

I walked over to the bed and sat down, running my fingers over the soft fabric of the sheets. My wolf stirred within me, her presence more pronounced than ever. She was excited, eager to embrace this new life. But I was still hesitant, unsure if I could truly belong in a world so far removed from the one I had known.

As I lay down, I couldn't help but think about Alejandro. The way he spoke to me, the way he acts around me, it felt real and unusual, nothing like I have ever felt or experienced before and I knew my sisters would be so happy for me, but I also knew that his world was dangerous, filled with enemies who would stop at nothing to see him fall. And now, I was a part of that world.

I closed my eyes, trying to push away the doubts and fears that threatened to overwhelm me. For the first time in my life, I allowed myself to hope that maybe, just maybe, I could find happiness here.

I tried to get some shut eye and a wave of memories just hit me, I immediately remembered all my past abusers and the people that despised me and maltreated me, there was a particular one I hated the most, I tried to forget them but it was too much, I wondered how they would react if they find out now that I was mated to a lycan king.

"Will they give me the respect I deserve?" I said to myself because I felt like a deserved even just a little bit of respect from the people that previously hurt me.

I had so much to think about and I didn't know what was ahead of me, the window was open and it was a cold and quiet night," the perfect atmosphere for the weak omega."

I let out a weak sigh and I remembered my lycan's kiss and saw a glimmer of hope for the start of a new life with a mate I have always longed for beside me, I laid on the bed and wondered and wondered till I fell asleep.

The following morning, a gentle knock on the door roused me from sleep. As I sat up, still groggy, a young woman stepped into the room. She wore a simple yet refined uniform and bowed her head respectfully as she approached.

"Good morning, my lady," she greeted. "I am here to assist you in preparing for the day ahead."

I blinked, struggling to shake off the remnants of slumber. "Prepare for what?" I inquired.

With a soft smile, she replied, "The king has summoned you to the throne room. There are important matters that need your attention."

A wave of anxiety washed over me at her words. What could Alejandro possibly want from me? I was merely an omega, lacking any knowledge of the complexities of lycan politics. However, I understood that I had no choice but to comply, so I nodded and allowed the maid to assist me in getting dressed.

She guided me to a wardrobe brimming with exquisite gowns, each more breathtaking than the last. I selected a simple yet elegant dress in a delicate shade of blue, and the maid helped me into it, styling my hair into an elaborate arrangement. When I gazed into the mirror, I barely recognized the reflection. The girl looking back at me resembled a queen, not the downtrodden omega I had always been.

Once I was prepared, the maid led me to the throne room. As the doors swung open, I was met with a magnificent hall filled with lycans who turned to regard me as I entered. My heart raced as I made my way down the aisle, my gaze locked on Alejandro, who sat regally upon a grand throne at the far end of the room.

He rose as I drew near, his face inscrutable. Upon reaching him, he took my hand and guided me to a smaller throne adjacent to his. I settled into the seat, feeling somewhat out of place amid the opulence of the chamber.

Alejandro addressed the gathered lycans with a voice that resonated authority. "Today, we welcome my mate, Yolanda Edwards, hailing from the fierce moon pack. You will show her the same respect you show me." He kissed the back of my hand for all to witness, prompting them to bow their heads in acknowledgment.

The atmosphere was hushed, yet I could discern from their expressions that while some welcomed me, others regarded me with disdain, and I fought to keep my composure. Alejandro tightened his grip on my hand, offering silent support.

A man suddenly rose to his feet, and as I focused on him, he bore an uncanny resemblance to Alejandro, causing my heart to race. Could he be the twin Alejandro mentioned? He glanced in my direction before turning back to Alejandro, saying, "You haven't claimed the woman yet. How can we truly trust that she is your mate?"

The crowd erupted into whispers, and I felt as though I might dissolve under the weight of their scrutiny. This was my first encounter with such powerful individuals, and their auras filled the room, leaving me feeling weak and nauseous.

"Are you suggesting that your king is lying, Lucian?" Alejandro inquired, his demeanor suggesting he was on the brink of unleashing chaos. "If that's what you believe," he continued, looking at me just as I was about to plead for him not to involve me, he cupped my face and smiled, "bare your neck," and I complied.

In an instant, his fangs emerged, and he sank them into my neck, marking me for all to witness. Gasps filled the air, disbelief evident among the onlookers at their king's actions. "Are you satisfied now?" he addressed his council and brother. "If she weren't my mate, her bite mark would have healed by now, yet here it remains, clearly visible. If anyone among you still harbors doubts, step forward this moment," he declared, his voice laced with anger, but no one dared to respond, not even his brother.

The spot where he had bitten me throbbed, and I shut my eyes, unwilling to show any sign of weakness. I remained silent, fearing that they would despise me even more once they discovered I was an omega.

The atmosphere shifted as he grasped my hand and announced, "I summoned you all today to introduce my mate. Now that this is accomplished, you may leave." With that, everyone rose from their seats.

A woman stepped forward from the assembly, bowing her head as she approached us. "Oh, esteemed Lycan king, welcome back, and congratulations on finding your mate." As she spoke those last words, her gaze turned to me, and I sensed a hint of displeasure-was that jealousy I detected?

She offered a slight bow in my direction as she continued, "Welcome to the Lycan territory; I hope your stay is enjoyable." At a loss for words, I was about to stammer something when Alejandro interjected, "Thank you, Clarice, but could you grant my mate and i some privacy?" So, this was Clarice. I glanced at him, and he smiled back, causing my eyes to widen in surprise, which made him chuckle.

Clarice appeared puzzled by our unspoken exchange and replied, "Of course, I will take my leave." As she departed, Alejandro lifted me into his arms and settled onto his throne.

"You look absolutely stunning, my dear," he murmured as he pressed his lips against mine. A wave of warmth surged through my body-was it the mark he had just given me? In that moment, I felt an unprecedented surge of power, and whatever was happening within me, I embraced it wholeheartedly.

I returned his kiss, savoring the taste of his lips and the soft moans that escaped him. It was hard to believe that I was the one causing such reactions.

He pulled away to catch his breath, and I noticed a look of longing in his eyes as he said, "We need to plan our wedding soon; I don't think I can wait much longer." I laughed, and he joined in my amusement.

He gazed at me earnestly and continued, "You no longer need to fear anyone in this world. You stand above all others; there's no reason to feel small anymore, Yolanda. You are my queen." I nodded, tears welling in my eyes. I was determined to rise to the occasion, knowing I was bonded to the strongest man alive. I refused to be weak any longer.