Chapter 1

Alder's POV

My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. People widely recognize lycans as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and maintain balance among all supernatural species. Royals like me remain immortal unless our heads are severed and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a well-trained regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

Indeed, we possess great power. We strive to be responsible individuals who are mindful of our actions, ensuring that we do not abuse our power and bully individuals of any species. The person who committed the act would go through a trial and, if found guilty by the council, would suffer severe penalties.

As a royal, I possess unique abilities that set me apart from other lycans. However, I prefer to keep these abilities hidden unless it becomes absolutely necessary to reveal them. Though I admit that I have used my abilities multiple times in my effort to find my fated mate, I have been running the kingdom on my own, eagerly awaiting the arrival of my mate. However, we Lycans faced significant challenges in finding our destined mates. Most of the Lycans I knew didn't find their soulmates until they were over 300 years old. That is why the majority of us choose to have a chosen mate.

However, I have no intention of doing so. I am willing to wait patiently for what is mine, even if it takes a thousand years. I am not an angel; therefore, I have indeed been in the company of female lycans. I was not seeking a relationship but instead just looking for a way to find release, and they were aware of that. We limited our interactions to sexual activity because I was certain that I would wait for my destined mate. As a Lycan, I experience a heightened intensity of intimacy compared to werewolves. I made a conscious effort to reduce that need as much as possible, and I took precautions to ensure that none of them got pregnant. I plan to have children only with my mate and no one else.

"Alder," Lance, my beta, called out to me. I allow my best friends to call me by my name, including my third in command, Charles. We were in my office, and he mentioned that he had plans to attend a Luna ceremony at Raven Claw Pack in Canada. I wanted to avoid participating in an event like that because I was sure that everyone would start inviting me once they found out I had made time for the Raven Claw.

"You must attend this event because Luna earned her title by challenging Alpha's fated mate." I glanced in his direction. It is hard to believe they were still involved in such activities. I think such practices were abolished many years ago. Anyone can be paired with a weak mate, which makes them vulnerable to being challenged by stronger werewolves or lycans. Interestingly, my father, who is also the former Lycan King, issued a royal decree regarding this matter. Only when deemed unworthy can one make a challenged.

"Why did that event occur?" I asked, and now he has captured my attention and piqued my curiosity.

He answered, "The fated mate was known for her promiscuity, and the challenger believed she did not deserve to become Luna."

"So, is the challenger a virgin?" I asked lazily. He glanced at me and chuckled, then joined in with Charles. "If she is, then she has the right to challenge her. However, if she is not, then she is also not suitable to be Luna. The only difference between them was the number of wolves they had.

"We are aware of that, but I believe the Alpha himself also did not have affection for his destined mate. That is likely why he allowed the challenge to take place," Charles explained.

"Do you know what made me curious?" Lance inquired, his expression serious. "The challenged Luna was Gamma's daughter. How could she lose to an ordinary wolf? Surely her parents trained her, right?"

"I find that much more intriguing," I remarked, and both of them nodded in agreement. In preparation for Luna's ceremony in two weeks, I made sure to complete all my pending tasks to avoid a backlog of work upon my return. We will leave in one week. I had intended to stay there for approximately one week.

I have decided to bring a few warriors along with my beta, Lance. Because Charles didn't enjoy attending such events, I entrusted him with the responsibility while we were absent. "I will return as soon as possible, so please ensure that everything is in order by then," I told my gamma.

I have confidence in his ability to do his job. However, what concerns me is my understanding of his character. Compared to Lance, Charles is a Lycan who desires to meet his mate but also has a strong inclination for physical intimacy. I am uncertain about his reaction when his mate arrives while he is in the company of another female Lycan.

"Is everybody ready?" I asked Lance.

"Yes, your Highness," he replied, causing me to roll my eyes. They both chuckled before we left my office. As we leave the palace, we will proceed to the hangar where the royal private plane is located. Afterward, we will move to Canada, with an estimated flight duration of approximately 4 hours. All the surrounding packs collectively own the Hill Crest Pack's private hangar in the region. The palace provides financial assistance for its maintenance and operations. We decided to go to Raven Claw Pack from Hill Crest for the convenience of all pack members, especially the Alpha.

The sheer beauty of the pack's surroundings captivated me as our convoy ventured into their territory. From the moment we crossed their border, it was evident that the place had been well-maintained. The patrol guards on duty stopped us, but they permitted us to enter once they discovered our identities. I don't have any objections to being thwarted at every border because I fully respect the security procedures in place and harbor no ill feelings toward them. I would feel less anxious if I could ensure each package was secure and in good condition.

We traveled along the concrete road, which had hedges on either sides and a central divider separating the two lanes of traffic. The Raven Claw Pack stands out as one of the most affluent packs in the region, primarily due to the influence of its former Alpha, John. I had the pleasure of meeting him and found him incredibly kind, just like his Luna. I had high expectations for their son to become an outstanding new Alpha, but now I am disappointed with the current Alpha.

However, due to the incident with the challenge, I wonder if I will be able to develop a liking for the new one. Both Charles and Lance expressed their dislike for him to me. A true mate would never allow their mate to face challenges so quickly, particularly if they occupy a leadership position like an alpha. It confirmed Charles' belief that the new alpha strongly disliked his mate.

Our SUV came to a halt in front of a massive warehouse, which, in my estimation, appeared to be a five-story structure. Standing on the landing porch were the former alpha and Luna, along with the others. I think the two individuals between them were the new ones. I observed the new Luna closely and noticed that she blushed. Did she assume that I was interested in her simply because I glanced in her direction?

They were aware of my identity, and I made a deliberate effort to inform them. I emit a significant amount of aura, causing others to show deference to me, particularly those two individuals who are especially inclined to do so. I allowed Lance to greet them, as I preferred not to involve myself with the two new leaders. I noticed that the new Luna gave me intimate looks, making me uncomfortable.

"Your Highness," the former Alpha John greeted me kindly. I nodded at him, maintaining a serious expression. I want to inform him that I was not pleased with what occurred regarding the pack. Annie, his Luna, stood beside him and greeted me with a respectful smile before taking John's hand. I smiled back at her because she always remained sweet to her partner. I greatly admire women who possess loyalty and the ability to support and respect their partners.

"John, where will we settle during our stay?" I was supposed to ask the new alpha, but as I mentioned earlier, I didn't like him at all. John and Annie exchanged glances, then responded to me after thinking about their son.

"The villa is prepared and awaiting your arrival with your convoy. We want to invite you to join us for a meal before we escort you to the villa for some rest. If it is acceptable to you, your Highness,"

"I would love to have a meal with you and Luna Annie. You reminded me of my parents, who were destined soulmates and remained together until their final moments."

"It is a pleasure, Your Highness. If that's the case, please follow us to the dining hall," he replied. I glanced at Lance, who in turn signaled our warriors to follow. Both new leaders were rendered speechless, as they did not attempt to engage in conversation with me. What kind of leaders are they?

I couldn't help but be astounded by the interior's opulence as we entered the pack house. I briefly believed that I had entered the opulent mansion of a prosperous entrepreneur. I refrained from showering them with compliments about their wealth, as I didn't want to offend John. I am aware of the immense effort he puts into networking and engaging with individuals, particularly humans, to establish business connections with them.

'Your Highness, please take a look at the new alpha. He seems upset because you have been neglecting him and his Luna.' Lance said through our link.

'I don't care,' I replied. I heard him chuckle, but I chose to ignore it. We all sat, patiently waiting for the omegas to complete setting the table with food.

"Your Highness," John said, catching my attention. "This is my son, Vlad, the new Alpha of the Raven Claw Pack, and his Luna, Monique," he proudly announced. I glanced at him and then shifted my gaze toward the two individuals he referred to.

"John, I have agreed to be present here because I have discovered that she is not the true Luna. I would like to thoroughly examine the fairness of the challenge to determine its validity." I told him. The young alpha and his Luna, both had their heads down. I noticed a look of concern on John and Annie's faces, which confirmed my suspicion that something was happening.

"I didn't want to spoil the feast you prepared for us. I highly appreciate the dedication and effort of those who work in the kitchen of the pack house. It is important to me that everyone can fulfill their responsibilities without any concerns." I suggested, pausing momentarily, "Would it be possible for us to have a meal first and then discuss my visit tomorrow morning?"

"Of course, Your Highness." Both John and Annie responded, and we proceeded with our meal. I observed Vlad and Monique exchanging glances, and a smirk crossed my face as I realized that something had gone awry.

The meal was delicious, and we left the dining hall feeling satisfied. Lance would be content staying in the pack house by himself, surrounded by food. Since it would only take 10 minutes to drive from the pack house to the villa, I decided to walk there instead. In addition, it served as a form of exercise for me, allowing me to observe my surroundings simultaneously. We were accompanied by three warriors, as I chose to avoid having the new alpha join us. Additionally, I didn't want to inconvenience John and Annie, as I had a suspicion that they were the ones who had made themselves occupied during our visit.

"The villa is right over there, Your Highness," one of the warriors informed me, to which I nodded in acknowledgment. As the wind blew, a delightful aroma wafted through the air, captivating my senses like never before. I enjoy the flavors of honey and vanilla. The experience was incredibly intoxicating, and my Lycan was filled with excitement, causing it to howl in my mind. I glanced around, attempting to locate the source of the scent.

"Your Highness, is there a problem?" Lance asked. He might have observed my unease.

"Did you catch a whiff of that scent? I posed a question, and all eyes turned towards me, including those of the Raven Claw warriors.

"What is that scent? I don't smell anything unusual," Lance replied as my eyes scanned the surroundings.

"Your Highness," the warrior who informed us about the villa being close, said, "There was no unusual scent other than Clover." I stared at him intently.

"The leaves?" I asked.

"No, Clover, our supposed to be Luna," he answered, his head lowered.

"Are you referring to Luna, who faced defeat?" I asked to confirm and ensure accuracy.

"Yes, Your Highness," he replied, and I nodded in understanding.

"Let's go," I said, and we walked. I was surprised to find her here. Why did you choose to come here out of all the possible places?