Skyla’s POV
I tearfully said my goodbyes to my family, comforted by the thought that I’d see them again soon at
my coronation.
I still couldn’t believe it–I was the Queen of all werewolves.
As we stepped into the palace, applause and congratulations echoed throughout the halls, celebrating the King for finally finding his mate.
But not everyone was pleased. Some of the she–wolves shot us icy glares, and I overheard one hiss, “Who is this black bitch with the King?”
Before I could even react, Julian’s hand was gripping her throat.
His eyes flashed golden, Rig–the wolf within him–taking control.
“How dare you disrespect your Queen like that! I’ll snap your filthy neck, skank!”
Rig was moments away from unleashing fury.
I placed my hand gently on Julian’s back, and instantly, he regained control, his ocean–blue eyes meeting mine–the eyes I had fallen in love with.
“Hello, my handsome son and beautiful daughter–in–law!”
The former Queen enveloped us in a warm hug, followed by her husband, the previous King.
I gave a slight bow, addressing them respectfully as “Your Highness.”
“Nonsense,” she said with a smile. “Call us Isadora and Lucian–or Mom and Dad. We’re family
now!”
“Come, let’s head to the office and finalize the details for your coronation,” Isadora said, her voice bright with excitement.
She went on about the stunning white gown I would wear and how Alpha families from across the realms would come to witness the crowning of the new Queen.
Nerves and excitement swirled inside me.
Will I make a good Queen? I wondered.
Julian slipped his arms around my waist and whispered softly in my ear, “You’ll be an amazing
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A blush rose to my cheeks as I turned to him and tried to plant a quick kiss on his lips–only for him to deepen it into a passionate kiss, ignoring the presence of his parents.
I playfully swatted his arm.
His father chuckled, “Don’t mind us, sweetheart. Isadora and I know all about finding your mate. You two can’t keep your hands off each other.”
My cheeks flushed even more.
