The coronation party was exactly how I envisioned it. No. It was even better.
The event hall shimmered beneath crystal chandeliers, their golden light reflecting off polished marble floors. Rare banners from ancient packs hung from the walls, each one a reminder of power, conquest, and bloodlines older than memory. The decorations were breathtaking, deliberately excessive, designed to announce dominance without words.
I spared no expense.
The most renowned caterers were summoned from distant territories. The fattest bulls were slaughtered, their meat prepared with sacred herbs meant only for Alpha ceremonies. Wine aged for decades flowed freely, and the scent of roasted meat, spice, and power saturated the air.
This night was meant to be remembered.
Powerful Alphas from far and
