CHAPTER 1

Every tale is spun differently, and when it comes to the art of dance, there is no better way to spin a tale than through the movements of hands along the skin and feet against the floor.

The werewolf kingdom has been known for centuries as the most powerful kingdom on the face of the earth. They had been the ones to bring the supernaturals out of the darkness in which they once lay and introduce them to humans, integrating themselves into their societies.

They had perfectly planned everything down so that they would rule the world till the end of time, and no one would dare stand up against them because what was a man when they stood up to a beast.

King Rozan had been the leader of the Olvez for the past 500 years; he prided himself in the knowledge that he was able to keep everything together and had planned out a strict set of rules that all his subjects had to follow.

He had promised that he would never be like his father. That he would fix the mistakes that he had made and make a kingdom that was like none that the world had seen before.

And his most essential and crucial role of all was that love was his greatest weakness, and he would be damned if he were to ever allow himself to fall in love.

But all that changed as his world shifted when he met her for the first time. She was everything, and the once black and white world that he had formed around himself began to turn an interesting shade of gray.

….

The loud music played around the ballroom as the thick laughter of people filled the room. Rozan sat on his throne as his fingers dug into the cushion beneath his fingers.

He felt a hand being placed on his shoulder, and he slowly turned his gaze to the side. He was met with the smiling face of his queen. He leaned in with a smile and held her hand in his before planting a soft kiss on top of it.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, and for a moment, he was tempted to say that he was, but he knew that he had no chance to lie to her. "I am just worried. I have a feeling that something is going to happen." He said to her,

She shook her head at him as she leaned in. "Come on. Be a bit more optimistic. Look at Luther. He is having the time of his life. How do you think he will feel when he sees his father being a stick in the mud?" She spoke to him in a teasing tone as she gestured towards the dance floor.

He followed her gaze, and he couldn't help but chuckle lightly as he gazed upon their 12-year-old son, who was moving across the dance floor in an unruly manner. He was wearing a shirt and sweatpants, despite his father's protests. He had begged him to wear his official attire, but he had refused.

As usual, Luther did what he wanted. He pranced around the floor without a single care in the world, and it couldn't help but leave a smile on his parents faces. For once, his father felt as though he had done well. If there was anything of which he could be proud, it was the fact that he had been able to raise a wonderful son with his beautiful mate.

"Okay. I know this will definitely upset you, so I will try to ease it for you. But don't be alarmed if your son is heading towards the pastry table, as he has hunger in his eyes. I am not so sure about how to feel about it." She said that, and just then he watched his son lick his lips as he rubbed his hands together before he began to head over to what appeared to be the snack table.

"Why do you keep allowing him near that?" He muttered. The queen was about to say something to him in response when suddenly her body froze. He turned away from her, following her line of sight, but he didn't see anything at first.

"What is it?" He asked her. She gulped, taking a large gulp of breath. "I saw something in the shadows." She wished, and he immediately became alert as he sat up in his seat.

"Are you certain?" He asked her, and she only nodded her head at him as she pointed towards something in the corner of the room.

"Don't be alarmed; we have an intruder. Keep the guards on watch." He spoke to his beta, Mikael, through the link. He glanced at him, and he watched as he gave him a swift nod.

Milael was his trusted partner as well as a good friend. They had known each other for over two hundred years. Once he got the signal from his friend that the site was clear, he slowly stood up from his throne.

He raised his hand, signifying the music to stop, and he watched as the people froze and turned their attention towards him. They looked at him in confusion, wondering what it was.

"Good evening. I hope you are all having a good time. Unfortunately, it seems that we have received word of turbulent weather, and we will have to cut this event short. We are happy that you are able to come here to attend the announcement of the expectancy of our second child. But we advise you now to return to your homes in an orderly fashion through the backdoor. Once again, we are glad that you were able to come." He spoke.

He watched as the people froze at first, as though shocked by his words. But he added that they didn't seem to move fast enough as he let out a deep growl, snapping them out of it.

He watched as they panicked and began to race towards the exit. He kept his eyes trained on Luther and watched as Mikael led him out of the room.

"Always, the coward isn't you." He heard a sickening voice call out, and he felt his blood run cold.

"Ares."

The very sight of the man caused his body to tremble. He hadn't seen him in a long time, but the sight of him brought back the memories that he had long wanted to forget and hide away deep inside of him. He was taken back to the man that he once was. The lost child who was forced to step into the large shoes that had been left behind by his father. He had thought he could go through with it, but then he found himself questioning everything in the darkness. The very thing that he had fought off now stood before him.

He watched as the cold man in the hooded figure made his way out of the shadows. He was grateful that the guests had left and only he and the queen remained. He turned towards her, taking in the fear in her eyes, and he squeezed her hand lightly.

"What are you doing here?" He ordered, and he watched as he took slow steps towards him. "I just wanted to pay a visit and congratulate you on the baby." He said it to them, but they wouldn't buy it, and Rozan took a protective step in front of his wife.

"Stay away from us". He growled as his eyes flashed yellow.

Area mockingly raised his hands in surrender. "I mean no trouble, to you at least. "I just wanted to give you a warning to take care of your things." He said that, and with that, he vanished.

"Your highness, there has been an attack."