My Reverse Aging Shocked The Entire Lycan Court

The bed was large enough—I slept on the inner side, while he took the outer side. The space between us could easily fit two more people.

If we had pups in the future—a son and a daughter—they could sleep right between us…

Lost in the thought of our future happiness, I fell asleep quickly.

It wasn’t until much later that Azariah told me he hadn’t slept a wink that night. My snoring, he said, was unbearable. He lay there, thinking about the fact that he was bound to spend the rest of his life with a woman whose age could rival his grandmother’s. The idea of listening to her aging snores every night made him feel a little disheartened.

But when I kicked off the blankets, he still carefully pulled them back over me. At the time, he didn’t know about my chronic leg pain, which made me especially vulnerable to the cold.

The next day, I brought my new mate to the pack house to meet the Lycan King.

King Alistair, at the prime of his life, exuded an aura of calm authority and rarely smiled. But when he saw Azariah stepping out of the car, holding my hand, his face lit up with joy.

He showered Azariah with praise and immediately appointed him as a high-ranking Beta, a position of great importance. Azariah’s family was also elevated—his brothers were given higher ranks, and his mother was granted the title of Luna’s Honor.

Azariah knelt down, declining the honors.

But King Alistair personally helped him up. “Azariah,” he said warmly, “these are rewards you’ve earned. I entrust Amaris to you now. Take good care of her. The rest of your lives together will only grow happier.”

Azariah responded with a calm, “Thank you, King Alistair.”

I guessed what he was really thinking: *What kind of future can there be with a woman whose body is aging before her time?*

The King dismissed Azariah, wanting to speak to me privately.

Once Azariah was gone, King Alistair took my hand, his tone affectionate. “Amaris, how do you like the mate I’ve chosen for you?”

“I like him,” I replied, lowering my head shyly, like a young she-wolf experiencing her first crush.

“Your ages are perfectly matched. Take your time, and things will only get better.”

“I know,” I said softly.

“Ah, by the way…” The King’s smile turned sly. “Last night, your first night as mates… how did it go?”

“We just slept,” I admitted.

“Nothing else? Didn’t Kannon teach you anything?”

“Oh, come on. With my aging body, how could I handle that? And besides, Azariah…”

“Alright, alright. There’s no rush. In time, he’ll come to love you, my dear Amaris.” The King wrapped an arm around my shoulders, his touch filled with tenderness.

No one understood why I, a Lycan Princess from a bygone era, was so cherished by the current King. Rumors swirled—some claimed he was my secret pup, while others whispered that I was a powerful wolf who had enchanted him.

Neither of us paid attention to the gossip. We were each other’s closest confidants, and that was all that mattered.

On the ride back to my estate, Azariah had changed into a deep purple suit, the highest rank a Beta could wear. The color symbolized power and prestige, something many wolves dreamed of achieving.

But I could tell he wasn’t happy.

I tried to make conversation, but his eyes avoided mine.

Having grown up in the pack house, I had little experience with young wolves. I didn’t understand their thoughts, but I could sense that my mate didn’t like me. He thought I was too old.

But what was wrong with being old? It wasn’t my fault.

I grew a little angry and stopped speaking to him. The atmosphere in the car turned icy, like the depths of winter.

When we arrived at the estate, I was desperate to escape the cold tension. I hurried to jump out of the car, forgetting that my aging body wasn’t as agile as it used to be.

Suddenly, Azariah reached out and grabbed me from behind. “Princess, be careful!”

I turned to see my wrinkled, frail hand clasped tightly in his young, strong one.

“Let me carry you,” he said.

Before I could react, he lifted me effortlessly and carried me out of the car.

A true Alpha carry!

He didn’t set me down even after we were out of the car. Instead, he carried me all the way into the estate, under the envious gazes of the staff.

I nestled in his arms, feeling like a true Luna.

“Princess,” he said softly, “you’re so thin, even thinner than my grandmother. She’s been bedridden for years, and I used to carry her outside to enjoy the sun.”

Ah, so it was just his sense of duty, treating me like his grandmother.

I had almost mistaken it for affection.

“If you ever become bedridden, I’ll carry you wherever you want to go,” he added.

The words were kind, but they felt… off.

“Actually,” I said, “I’m quite healthy. I was bedridden for a few years, but I’ve recovered enough to walk on my own now.”

“That’s good. Take care of yourself, and live a long life. Since we’re pack now, I’ll do my best to care for you until the end.”

Again, the words were kind, but they still felt… off.

I looked up at his face—his clear, steady gaze, the firm line of his jaw, and the gentle strength in his expression.

I hoped he would be my true mate.