Chapter 5 - The Throne Beneath the Kingdom Revealed the Truth About Their Mateship
The underground kingdom was enormous.
Alera had no words for it.
Ancient statues lined the halls.
Every statue was of an Omega woman.
Warriors.
Queens.
Guardians.
Prophets.
Not servants.
Not sacrifices.
Rulers.
At the center of the kingdom stood a throne carved from black stone.
And beside it, a smaller throne carved from white moonstone.
Lucian stared.
“Why are there two?”
Elara's voice trembled.
“Because there were always supposed to be two rulers.”
Alera stepped closer.
“The Alpha.”
“And the Omega.”
Lucian understood.
“We were never meant to rule separately.”
Alera touched the white throne.
The chamber exploded with light.
Images appeared.
Two wolves.
One black.
One silver.
They stood beside each other beneath a full moon.
A voice echoed.
“When Alpha and Omega choose each other freely, the crown becomes whole.”
Alera whispered.
“So the bond isn't about ownership.”
“No.”
Lucian looked at her.
“It is about choice.”
She smiled.
Then someone applauded.
They turned.
Lord Malrec stood at the top of the stairs.
Behind him were hundreds of soldiers.
“You finally found it.”
Lucian stepped forward.
“How?”
Malrec smiled.
“Because we followed you.”
Alera cursed.
Malrec looked at her.
“You were always going to lead us here.”
“Why?”
“Because your mother knew where it was.”
“And you killed her?”
“No.”
Alera's blood went cold.
“Then who did?”
Malrec looked at Lucian.
“His mother.”
Lucian froze.
“What?”
Malrec smiled.
“The woman who raised you never knew the whole truth.”
Alera looked at Lucian.
“His mother?”
Malrec nodded.
“The Queen Mother ordered Evelyn's death.”
Lucian shook his head.
“Why would she?”
“Because she wanted her son to remain king.”
Alera's heart broke.
“So everyone lied.”
“Yes.”
Malrec drew his sword.
“That's what power does.”
A battle began.
The ancient kingdom erupted with magic.
Alera's silver power blasted soldiers into walls.
Lucian transformed.
His wolf was enormous.
Black fur.
Golden eyes.
He fought beside her.
For the first time, Alera understood what the bond truly meant.
She could feel his pain.
His fear.
His rage.
And beneath all of it—
his love.
When a spear pierced his side, Alera screamed as though it had entered her.
Lucian stumbled.
Alera attacked.
Silver fire erupted from her body.
Malrec was thrown backward.
He stared at her in horror.
“You awakened the Queen.”
Alera walked toward him.
“No.”
She lifted her hand.
“I awakened myself.”
Malrec fled.
But the throne chamber had begun collapsing.
Lucian pulled Alera close.
“We have to go.”
“What about the throne?”
“Forget it.”
She shook her head.
“No.”
“What?”
“This kingdom belongs to us.”
Lucian stared.
Alera placed one hand on the Alpha throne.
One on the Omega throne.
Silver and gold energy merged.
The ancient kingdom awakened.
Every royal symbol across the land changed.
The old crown shattered.
Above them, a new crown appeared.
Two halves.
One black.
One silver.
Lucian looked at Alera.
“You did that.”
“We did.”
He smiled.
The bond sealed.
Not through force.
Not through ceremony.
Through choice.
Then the voice returned.
One warning remained.
The enemy is not outside.
Alera frowned.
“What?”
The voice continued.
The first traitor still wears the crown.
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Lucian looked up.
“Our enemy is still in the palace.”
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