Chapter 4 The Choice

I stumbled back, my back hitting a cold stone statue. I stared at him, scared. “Who… who are you? You’ve got the wrong person.” My voice was hoarse from crying.

That burning feeling still ran through my body, mixing with his aura—scaring me, but also making me feel safe?

The man looked up. No mockery, no lies in his golden eyes—just seriousness, like he’d found something rare. “I’m Kayden. And I didn’t get the wrong person.”

He nodded at my eyes, still glowing silver. “Those eyes, the Lunar Sovereign bloodline that just woke up in you? That’s proof enough. I’ve been tracking this energy for years.”

Lunar Sovereign?

The words hit me hard. Richard’s voice still rang in my ears—“worthless Omega”—but here was this powerful man calling me “Your Majesty,” saying I had a royal bloodline?

This was crazy! I was just a regular werewolf with weak pheromones…

“That’s impossible,” I muttered, unable to wrap my head around it.

“Look, I know this is a lot,” Kayden’s voice softened, calm. “But trust me. That power you felt? It’s real. You’re not ordinary—you’re the opposite. You’re the fated mate from werewolf legends, the one who’s supposed to rule with me. The true queen.”

He held out his hand, palm up. “It’s not safe here, and this isn’t the best place to talk. Let me take you somewhere else. I’ll prove it.”

I stared at his hand, then at the banquet hall’s lights in the distance—where Richard and Lisa were celebrating, the ones who’d crushed my pride. Staying here meant more shame, maybe even being hunted by the pack for what was happening to me.

Go with this stranger? The future was a mystery, risky.

But that new power inside me pushed me to choose. Something told me following him would flip my life upside down.

Desperate, this was my only chance—to survive, to get even.

I took a deep breath, pushed down my fear, and put my hand in his warm palm.

“I’ll go with you.”

Meanwhile, back at the party.

Richard and Lisa stood in the ballroom, getting congratulations like nothing had happened.

“Congrats! Gray and Titan families together? You’ll rule!”

The room was loud with flattery. Richard stood tall, arm around Lisa, dreaming of his family’s future. Lisa loved the attention, especially knowing she’d crushed me.

“Emma really didn’t know her place,” Lisa whispered to Richard, mean.

Richard sneered. “She’s a nobody. Why talk about her? You’re killing the vibe. Let’s drink.”

They clinked glasses, totally clueless. A faint energy—one that would shake the werewolf world—had flickered there earlier. They had no idea the “nobody” they’d tossed aside had caught a true king’s eye, someone way above them.

Richard’s dad felt a weird unease, but brushed it off as work stress.