Chapter 4

SELENA’S POV

I sat down on my throne.

It was the day of my coronation.

After I had killed Alpha Darth, the other council members had protested. They quoted laws that clearly stated how a female Alpha couldn’t be allowed to exist. They claimed that it was an anomaly, a walking contradiction.

Females were meant to be weak and subservient. How could they ever rule over an entire pack when there were many males available?

I scoffed at them. I was happy to be their anomaly.

But I had seen their trickery coming from many miles away.

I easily referred to the pact that had been signed. It was absolute. So they had no choice but to accept that I was now going to become the new Alpha of the pack.

I had gone back and the first thing I did was to free my mother from the dungeons. I showed her the head of her captor and she had run into my arms crying. She had dotted on me and worried about what I went through for the past ten years. Even though she looked much worse than me.

I reassured her that everything was going to be alright from that moment on. She was to be properly clothed and fed. From that day hence forth she was going to live like the queen that she was.

A few days later and it was the day of my coronation.

I had been busy in the few days before. The pack was a mess to say the least. The greedy bastard, Darth had embezzled the pack resources and left it to suffer. He had taken a hundred concubines with my mother as the first. He wasted money on them and other foolish things while his pack went hungry.

I was going to rectify all of that. But firstly I had gathered warriors who had remained loyal to my father’s line all these years. The rest would bend to my iron will, but it was loyalists I needed for my next plan.

“Come forth, daughter of the Moongoddess! And be crowned as Alpha of the Silver Claw pack!” The High Priestess announced as she waved a bowl filled with thick white fog around. Her motion was hypnotizing.

The murmuring crowd around me went deadly silent. Even though they still questioned the viability of a female Alpha, they all had deep respect for the Moongoddess without doubt and they kept quiet.

I walked down from my elevated throne to take the blessing of the Moongoddess. I had encountered her in the wilderness, so I knew more about her than most. I valued her blessing more than that of any man.

I was only a few steps away from the foggy bowl when all the manor doors flew open simultaneously.

Over fifty dirty ragged wolves flew into the throne room.

I recognized them immediately.

Rogues.

The crowd scattered and screams filled the room as the rogue wolves prowled.

My beta stood out from the crowd. “Guards!” He shouted. But no one came.

At some point in the ceremony, all my so called guards had slipped out and now the hall was empty.

The hall was defenseless and it would be an easy picking for the rogues.

Their red eyes all focus on me. They growled in unison.

I smiled.

“Guards!” I called in a strong loud voice.

The room door burst open again and a contingent of over hundred warriors jumped into the room.

The rogues turned back in surprise. The rogues had boxed in me and all my vassals in the large throne room. But now they were boxed in by my loyalists.

I raised my hands without saying a single word. I was not going to bring myself low to handle a handful of dirty rogues.

But I had seen this coming. The last bite of a dying snake.

My warriors shifted into wolves.

The fight was short and brutal.

The rogues left the civilians alone and attacked the warriors. They knew they were outnumbered so they intended to fight to escape.

Unfortunately for them, for every single starving rogue there were two of my well trained warriors.

Wolves howled, growled and whimpered.

The floor was covered in blood and the last rogue was killed by three of my guards.

I looked around the room, not a single innocent life had been lost.

Now that it was over. I let my anger boil over. Even though no one on my side had died, it was still a possibility. There were even some children in the hall and they would have been killed by the rogues if I wasn’t quick enough.

They would have been killed by the rogues that someone had sent to hijack my coronation.

I turned to my beta.

He had been Alpha Darth’s beta but I had taken him in good faith. 

He had a look of utter shock on his face, and his eyes widely darted around the room. He couldn’t believe that the rogue attack he had arranged had failed completely. Not even a single soul on my side had died.

“Guards, arrest my disloyal beta.” I commanded.

The guards moved to him.

“What!? You can’t!” He screamed and showed his fangs to the approaching guards. He was a beta so he would be able to match anyone of them. But he would be overwhelmed eventually.

I wanted no death.

I stared into his eyes. I needed no ceremony to be Alpha.

“Bow.” I command with the full force of my will.

The beta bowed his head. And my guards grabbed him.

…

It was dusk. And I sat in the same spot I had when I watched my father die then years ago.

“For his crimes, he is sentenced to death by guillotine.” I announced in an effortlessly booming voice that covered the arena.

He tried to struggle even as they locked him to the guillotine.

When his head was lopped off by the shining blade, it flew forward and landed in the sand.

The crowd went into an immediate uproar, loud enough to shake the foundation of the arena.

Some wanted me dead while some admired my guts. I was told that they claimed I was more ruthless, brutal and powerful than any male Alpha had ever been.

I smiled.

But the crowd went silent as night came. Everyone looked up.

An unprecedented event was happening. One that the High Priestess had failed to prophesy.

A blood moon covered the night sky.