My Reverse Aging Shocked The Entire Lycan Court

After becoming the Beta, Azariah’s schedule grew overwhelmingly busy. His days began with the pack’s morning council, followed by meetings and endless paperwork, often returning home long after the sun had set.

No matter how late it was, he would always come to see me. Though, it felt less like a visit and more like a formality—like a subordinate paying respects to a superior. It was almost as if he saw me as an elder rather than his mate.

At least it showed he had good manners.

Lately, I noticed he seemed troubled, his usual composed demeanor replaced with a brooding silence. When I asked him what was wrong, he sighed and said, “The pack’s affairs are more complicated than I anticipated. I lack experience, and I’m unsure how to handle many of the issues that arise.”

His eyes met mine, earnest and searching. “Princess, you’ve been involved in pack leadership for years. You must have wisdom to share. I’d like to learn from you.”

I hesitated, my mind racing. He didn’t understand my situation. To him, I appeared seasoned, but the truth was, I was far from it. My father, the Lycan King, had always shielded me from the complexities of pack politics, saying I was too young to take on such responsibilities.

But I didn’t want to disappoint him. “Write down your questions,” I said, forcing a confident smile. “I’ll give you my thoughts tomorrow evening.”

He nodded and immediately sat at the desk, his pen scratching against the paper as he began to write. I watched him, his focus unwavering, and felt a hollow ache in my chest.

I wanted sweetness, but he treated me with deference. I wanted to be his princess, but he saw me as something distant, untouchable.

I took a deep breath. It didn’t matter. I could wait. Time would bring us closer—when we were older, when things settled.

The next day, I took Azariah’s questions to my mentor, Kannon Holmes. Kannon, a Gamma in his late thirties, was a man of striking intelligence and authority. He had been my teacher for years, guiding me from the basics of reading to the intricacies of leadership.

Lately, though, he’d been in a sour mood. Ever since I bonded with Azariah, Kannon had been distant, almost resentful. It wasn’t until my nanny, an elderly Omega, mentioned it that I understood why.

“Princess,” she had said, “Gamma Kannon has feelings for you. He even approached the King about marking you, but the King refused, citing the age difference.”

I thought my father had made the right decision. Kannon was too old, too set in his ways to be a suitable mate for me.

When I brought Azariah’s questions to Kannon, he gave me a sharp look. “Oh, so the Princess is doting on her little Beta now? Seems like the boy’s doing a fine job keeping you entertained.”

I stifled a laugh. If only he knew Azariah treated me like a grandmother.

I pouted and batted my eyes, clinging to his arm until his stern expression softened. Finally, he answered Azariah’s questions in detail, even promising to support him in the pack’s affairs to help him establish his footing.

Grateful, I threw my arms around Kannon’s neck and planted a kiss on his cheek. He sighed, pinching my cheek gently. “Princess, you’re marked now. You can’t act like a child anymore.”

I grinned. “To you, I’ll always be your little princess.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yes, you’ll always be my little princess.”