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I was chained to the cold iron walls of the Citadel, looking down at the jeering faces of my own people. Below me, my stepsister Jasmine nestled against my fiancé, Beckham, wearing the silk gown meant for our union ceremony. She stroked her stomach with a triumphant smirk, announcing she was already carrying his child, the next heir. "A wolfless Omega like you was never fit to be my Luna," Beckham spat. "Your only purpose was to secure the support of your mother's family." Before the hollow betrayal could fully sink in, a silver-tipped arrow pierced my chest. As my soul floated above my lifeless body, a massive, ink-black Lycan burst through the crowd, slaughtering the guards in a feral rage. It was Alpha Killian, Beckham's crippled rival, whom they claimed they had just poisoned. He gathered my bloody corpse into his arms, weeping blood-tinged tears, and our dormant mate bond suddenly flared to life. "Next life, I will find you." He choked out the words before plunging his own claws into his heart, dying beside me to protect my body. I had spent my entire life as a blind, obedient pawn, never realizing my family's treacherous greed or the profound devotion of the fated mate I had completely ignored. A warm, silver light from the Moon Goddess suddenly enveloped my shattered soul. When I opened my eyes again, I was sitting in the sunlit chapel, back on the exact afternoon of my union ceremony.
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Reborn As The Hidden Lycan's Fated And Defiant Queen Chapter 1
Adalyn POV:
The cold iron chains bit into the raw skin of my wrists.
Below me, the Citadel courtyard flickered with torchlight, illuminating a sea of jeering faces. My faces. My people.
Or they were, until an hour ago.
My stepsister, Jasmine Kent, nestled against my fiancé, Beckham Swanson. The Alpha Apparent. The future king. The gown she wore, a cascade of silk and pearls, was meant for me. For our union ceremony.
"Thank you, sister," Jasmine's voice, sweet as honeyed poison, carried on the wind. "Your naivety paved the most beautiful road for me."
Beckham's gaze flickered up to me, contempt twisting his handsome features.
"A wolfless Omega like you was never fit to be my Luna," he spat, his voice carrying across the silent crowd. "You were nothing but a stepping stone. A placeholder. Did you really believe someone like me could ever want someone like you?" He let out a short, cruel laugh, his eyes raking over me with theatrical disgust. "You repulse me. Standing next to you at court felt like charity work."
The words didn't register at first. They were just sounds, meaningless against the grinding pain in my shoulders. Then, they sank in, sharp and cold.
Betrayal.
It wasn't a dramatic, soul-tearing agony. It was a quiet, hollow numbness that spread from my chest outwards, chilling my fingertips.
Jasmine placed a delicate hand on her stomach, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "And I'm already carrying Beckham's child. The next heir. You were so busy planning your perfect little ceremony, you never even noticed him slipping into my bed every night." She tilted her head, mock pity in her eyes. "Every single night, sister. While you were arranging flower petals, he was arranging me. You really were pathetically blind."
That. That was the blow that shattered the numbness.
A strangled, guttural sound escaped my throat. It wasn't a scream. It was the sound of a life breaking.
A guard hurried through the crowd, bowing low before Beckham. "Your Highness, Alpha Killian of the McClure family... he's dead."
My head snapped up. Killian?
The guard's voice was strained. "Silver powder poisoning, Your Highness. He drank from the celebratory wine meant for you."
An image flashed in my mind. A silent, powerful Alpha with a severe limp, his gray eyes always watching from the shadows of the court. He was Beckham's greatest rival, a warrior respected and feared in equal measure. Why would he be dead?
Jasmine let out a shrill laugh. "That cripple? Good riddance! He was a stain on this court-limping around like a wounded dog. He was always in Beckham's way."
"Execute her," Beckham commanded, his voice bored. He didn't even look at me as he said it. I wasn't worth the effort of a final glance.
A bowstring twanged.
A silver-tipped arrow whistled through the air.
The impact was a white-hot explosion in my chest. The pain was absolute, wiping away all thought, all feeling. My body sagged, a dead weight against the chains, and then it fell.
But I didn't.
My soul, or whatever was left of me, floated above. I watched my own broken form lie discarded in the dirt. The crowd began to scream, not in celebration, but in terror. They scrambled back, creating a wide, empty circle.
A massive, ink-black shape burst through the line of guards.
It was a wolf. No, it was too large, too monstrous. It moved with a terrifying, fluid grace.
It was Alpha Killian. He wasn't dead.
His eyes glowed with a feral, blood-red light. The limp that had defined him was gone. His every step was a testament to raw, unrestrained power.
He wasn't an Alpha. He was a Lycan. The legends were real.
A massacre began. Killian, in his true form, was a whirlwind of claws and teeth. He tore through the guards who had chained me, who had fired the arrow. They fell like broken dolls.
Beckham and Jasmine shrieked, their arrogance melting into pure, primal fear. Jasmine stumbled, her beautiful gown tangling around her legs, and she crawled through the dirt like the coward she was. Beckham didn't reach for her. He ran. He left her scrambling on her hands and knees, screaming his name.
Killian didn't follow them.
He walked directly to my body.
He nudged my lifeless form gently with his massive snout. A sound rumbled in his chest, a sound of such profound agony that it vibrated through my spectral form. He shifted, his monstrous body shrinking, reforming into the man I knew, kneeling beside me.
He gathered my cold, limp body into his arms. Blood-tinged tears streamed down his face, carving paths through the grime and gore.
My soul could hear him. Not with ears, but through a connection that flared to life in the moment of my death. A mate bond.
I searched for you for so long... my mate.
The words, spoken only in his heart, slammed into me. Mate. I was his mate. The silent, crippled Alpha I had barely noticed... was my fated one.
He held me tight, lifted his head to the sky, and howled. It was a sound of pure, undiluted grief and rage. A sound that promised retribution.
He looked down at his own blood-soaked hands, then at my still chest where the arrow protruded. Without hesitation, he plunged his claws into his own heart.
His body convulsed.
"Next life," he choked out, his voice a ragged whisper that only I could hear. "I will find you."
His massive frame collapsed, his body instinctively curling around mine, protecting me even in death.
A warm, silver light enveloped me. It was soothing, like a mother's embrace. A voice echoed in the light, ancient and powerful. The Moon Goddess.
Go, my child. Go and fix this.
A violent pull, and my world dissolved into darkness.
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