The Alpha King and His White Wolf Queen
Williams’ POV
Morning sunlight barely pierced through the heavy drapes, casting streaks of muted gold across the chamber floor. Cleopatra’s soft, even breathing told me she was still asleep, her face peaceful for the first time in what felt like forever. But beneath that calm exterior, a storm raged—a storm that had become clearer than ever last night.
I brushed my fingers against her cheek, gasping slightly at the feel of her warmth to memory before slipping away. There was work to do, and I couldn’t let her carry this burden alone.
By the time she awoke and found me seated at the edge of the bed, the glow had returned to her eyes. She sat up, a blanket pooling around her waist, and our eyes met. This was the moment—the one where truth would have no shadows to hide behind.
She leaned forward, her bare breast grazing my side. I couldn't help it. I reached for her, my hands cupping her breasts as I pooled her in for a kiss. But she broke it, to my displeasure.
“Williams,” she began, her voice hesitant. “There’s something you need to know.”
I nodded, sensing her fear, but also her determination. “I’m listening.”
She took a breath, steadying herself. “It’s time you knew who I truly am—what I am.” Her gaze never wavered. “I'm sure you already know that I'm the White Wolf Alpha.”
Silence hung between us for a moment, the weight of her words settling over us like a shroud. The legendary White Wolves—It was believed that her kind had vanished generations ago. But I already knew who she was.
“I know,” I said, my voice calm. Her eyes widened, surprise flickering before giving way to understanding. I had known, from the time she took that bullet for me. Thinking back to those days, I can't help but thank the moon goddess.
She exhaled, the tension slipping away. “Does that mean you know who my father was and that I have two wolves?” she asked, raising her brow slightly.
“I do,” I responded, my hands still cupping her breast as though it belonged there.
“Then you know what that means.”
I reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly. “It means you have powers that others can’t understand. Powers that make you a target—but also the key to whatever comes next.”
Cleopatra nodded, her eyes haunted. “I had a vision, Williams. The kind only the White Wolves can have. Death, destruction… our world in flames. I saw it all.”
I stood, unable to sit any longer. “Tell me everything.”
She spoke of the vision in halting, pained detail—of shadowy enemies emerging, their hunger for domination, and of our pack torn apart. She spoke about a formidable alliance that would shatter our realm.
When her words ended, I pulled her close, resting my forehead against hers. “We’ll face it together. Whatever it takes.”
A knock at the door interrupted the moment. I stepped away reluctantly, knowing what awaited.
“The council is ready,” I heard Renee say.
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The council chamber was stifling with tension, every breath charged. My most trusted advisors and council members had gathered, their faces expectant. They assumed this meeting was about our coronation—a celebration they had eagerly anticipated. When one of the elders spoke, his voice carried an undercurrent of impatience.
“Alpha Williams, have you decided on a date for the coronation? The pack grows restless.”
I raised a hand, silencing the room. “There is a greater problem at hand.”
Murmurs spread like wildfire. The council leader, leaned forward. “This is highly irregular, Alpha. We’ve already delayed the coronation at your request. In the history of our realm, no such delay has been permitted.”
I held his gaze, letting the weight of my words sink in. “I’m trying to save you all from doom.”
The murmurs ceased. I could feel every eye on me as I recounted Cleopatra’s vision—the doom she foresaw. The council knew about her identity. Fear etched itself into their expressions as they listened.
“Cleopatra saw our end,” I finished. “And she is the key to stopping it.”
The doors opened quietly, and all heads turned. Cleopatra stepped into the chamber, her presence commanding. The room fell silent and some bowed slightly as she passed. I extended my hand, and she took it, letting me pull her onto my lap.
This wasn’t just a show of power—it was a declaration. We were a united front.
The council leader spoke, his voice more subdued now. “If this is true, then there is only one solution. We must crown you both—tonight. No celebration. No party. Just the crowning.”
Another council member objected. “Every Alpha in the realm is supposed to be present for a coronation. This goes against the law.”
The leader shook his head. “There are cases of exemption. This is one of them.”
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Night fell quickly, the air thick with anticipation. Only the trusted council members, my beta, a handful of loyal wolves, and Cleopatra and I stood in the sacred chamber.
The ritual was brief, solemn. As I placed the crown upon her head, my heart pounded with both pride and fear. We had been crowned Alpha King and Queen, but this was just the beginning.
As we stepped away from the chamber, Cleopatra leaned in, her voice low. “This is only the start.”
I nodded, but before I could respond, a howl echoed through the night—one of pain and warning.
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