Reborn to Claim the Lycan Throne

Danny clutched his wrist, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might shatter. Hayes’s eyes darkened, and then he let out a low, mocking laugh.

“Your crude and violent behavior only proves you’re not the Lycan Princess!” he spat, his voice dripping with disdain.

Kolton, emboldened by Hayes’s words, stepped forward. “Valeria is graceful and refined—she’s the true noblewoman of the Lycan Kingdom. You’re nothing but a delusional lunatic, Elodie. Stop dreaming of rising above your station!”

“I’m Valeria’s mate,” Danny declared, his tone cold and authoritative. “I can confirm that she’s the one I’m marking today. She’s the true Lycan Princess!”

“I’m her brother,” Hayes added, his voice sharp. “We grew up together. Do you think I wouldn’t recognize my own sister?”

The three of them formed a protective barrier around Valeria, their eyes filled with suspicion and hostility as they glared at me. Valeria, draped in her ceremonial veil, sobbed softly, her cries eerily reminiscent of the way she had wept while torturing me in my past life—her tears a mask for her cruelty.

The crowd, initially tense, began to relax, their murmurs turning into mocking laughter.

“What a lunatic,” someone sneered. “Crashing the Lycan Princess’s mark ceremony and attacking the mate? She’ll be lucky if she’s not executed for this.”

“Executed? She’ll wish for death after what’s coming to her,” another chimed in, their voices laced with venom.

Valeria turned her tearful gaze toward me, her voice trembling with false sympathy. “I won’t call for her execution… but she must face the consequences for her actions.” Her words were sweet, but her eyes burned with malice.

I scoffed and strode toward Palmer Hawkins, who had just entered the hall. His presence was commanding, his loyalty to my mother, the Lycan Queen, unquestionable—or so I had thought.

“Palmer,” I called out, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “You’ve served my mother for decades. Surely, you can recognize her true daughter?”

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Palmer. His steps were heavy, his expression unreadable. When his gaze met mine, I thought I saw a flicker of recognition, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. He walked past me without a word and knelt before Valeria, his voice trembling with emotion.

“Your Highness,” he said, his head bowed. “It’s been ten years… and you’ve grown into such a remarkable woman.”

My blood ran cold.

“Palmer!” I snapped, my voice sharp and commanding. “Look at me! I am the Lycan Queen’s daughter!”

He turned slowly, his eyes cold and distant. “Miss, impersonating a Lycan royal is a punishable offense. I’ve served the Lycan Queen for over thirty years. Do you think I wouldn’t recognize my own mistress?”

The room erupted into chaos. Hayes stepped forward, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Guards! Take this madwoman away!”

The pack warriors surged toward me, but I was ready. I shifted my claws, their sharp edges glinting in the light. With a swift motion, I struck down the first two who approached me, their hands clutching their throats as they fell.

“Who dares touch me!” I roared, my voice echoing through the hall. I pointed my claws at Palmer, my eyes blazing. “Tell me! What did they offer you?”

Palmer’s face remained impassive. “You’re delusional. I’ve always been loyal to the Lycan Queen.”

Valeria leaned weakly against Danny, her tears flowing freely. “This poor woman must be suffering… perhaps she needs a healer?” Her voice was soft, but her eyes gleamed with triumph.

Her act made my stomach churn. In my past life, she had feigned kindness while ordering the most heinous tortures—her compassion as false as her identity.

I straightened, my voice ringing with authority. “My father was the Northern Pack’s Gamma, who fell in battle. I grew up training with him, learning his combat techniques. How could he have a daughter as weak and untrained as Valeria?”

With that, I shifted into my wolf form, my powerful frame commanding attention. I moved through a series of intricate maneuvers, the Northern Pack’s combat techniques flowing seamlessly from my claws.

A gasp rippled through the crowd as one of the guests, a high-ranking Beta, exclaimed, “That’s the Northern Pack’s signature combat style! It’s only passed down to family members. Could she really be the Lycan Queen’s daughter?”

Another voice chimed in, “If she’s just a lunatic, how could she possibly know such advanced techniques?”