Chapter 2
Three years ago, Mrs. Greene–the Luna Queen of the Moonflame Kingdom, and my biological mother—found me.
She told me I was not just an ordinary she–wolf, but the long–lost princess of the Moonflame Kingdom, blessed with the pure blood of the Moon Goddess.
“Will you come back with us, to the kingdom that is rightfully yours?”
I was staying silent for a long time.
That time, I had just turned eighteen. I had grown up in the Duskwood Pack, never knowing the so–called glory of kingdom.
And what kingdom brought wasn’t just power and responsibility -it also meant an arranged marriage.
When a daughter is born in the Moonflame Kingdom, she must marry into the Nightshade Kingdom to fulfill the ancient alliance.
Nightshade–one of the most powerful kingdom in our world.
Becoming their Luna Queen would mean having a status second only to the Lycan King himself.
But back then, I rejected it without hesitation.
I didn’t want to be a pawn traded for power.
I didn’t want to be confined by fate.
And most of all, I didn’t want to be apart from the two who meant everything to me–Darren and Landon.
Mrs. Greene didn’t force me.
Sadness flickered in her eyes, but she smiled gently and said, “we respect your decision, my princess.”
Before she left, she added softly, “whenever you want to return home, the gates of Moonflame will always be open to you.”
I thought I would never change my mind.
Until today-
I finally realized how foolish my choice was:
The “love” I had fought so hard to protect… had never truly belonged to me.
Darren didn’t choose me. Landon betrayed me.
And somewhere along the way, I had forgotten who I really was.
I’m not some pathetic orphan to be trampled on.
I am the daughter of the Moonflame Kingdom.
I’m the true princess, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.
I lowered my gaze to the moonstone earring resting in my palm, my fingers trembling as they curled around it, feeling something long–dormant within me begin to stir.
Mrs. Greene had given it to me three years ago—an earring crafted from a rare communication stone.
As long as I held it, it would form a direct link to the Lycan King of the Moonflame family.
I drew in a shaky breath. “I accept the marriage alliance.”
“I’m ready to return to the Moonflame Kingdom.”
The stone shimmered with a soft lunar glow and let out a crisp chime.
Silence followed for a few seconds.
Then, a familiar voice–deeper and rougher than I remembered -echoed through.
“Hannah… is that you?”
It was my brother–Aaron Greene.
Three years ago, he had still been a prince. Now, he had ascended the throne and become the new Lycan King of Moonflame Kingdom.
“I heard what happened,” he said.
His voice turned cold, sharp like a blade, each word laced with fury.
“They dared to humiliate you at the marking ceremony?” His anger was almost tangible. “I’ll destroy that damned Duskwood Pack.”
His protectiveness shattered the composure I had tried so hard to maintain. Tears welled up again, and I hurried to whisper, “they’re not worth your time, brother. I just need to pack my things tonight.”
He went silent for a moment, as if he was struggling to contain his rage.
Then, finally, his voice returned from the other side–low and steady.
“Fine, I’ll bring you back tomorrow. The Moonflame family will always welcome you home, little princess.”
Night fell, and I wandered back alone.
With each step I took toward the Alpha House, my thoughts churned.
What would I find when I walked through that door? How could I face Darren and Landon after everything?
The path seemed longer tonight, the shadows around me darker.
But I had no choice. I had made my decision.
The house was dimly lit, the familiar shadows of the Alpha House casting eerie shapes along the walls.
And then, a faint scent–struck my senses, and my wolf let out a warning growl.
It wasn’t mine.
Another she–wolf was here.
