NovelEnglishChapter 26: Chapter 26: Arrival of the Lycan Prince
Aeron’s POV
The wind carried the weight of storm clouds as the banners of the Silver Dawn snapped sharply overhead. The
iron gate had been polished just yesterday, and yet the cold air made it look like it had never known warmth.
My brothers stood flanking me—Kael to my left, Luca and Lucian just behind. Each of us dressed in ceremonial
black—not the soft velvet and gilded robes of court, but in fitted leather layered fabric. We weren't here to
impress. We were here to command. Our attire, like our reign, was made to endure blood and fire.
Down the path cthe royal escort, their polished obsidian-tipped spears gleaming even under the heavy
clouds. Their armor bore the crest of the royal lycan family: a crown surrounded by fangs and a crescent moon.
The air shifted when they arrived. Everyone noticed it but no one said it aloud.
At their center, calm and composed, sat the prince.
Vaelen Lysandros.
It had been six years since | last laid eyes on him. We were seventeen back then, still sons of power. But even at
that age, Vaelen carried himself like a man who had never been told 'no’. Thad only sharpened that aura. He
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdismounted with a kind of grace no soldier could be taught...it was bred into royals like him.
He wore the standard lycan military attire, navy trimmed with steel gray, the royal insignia glittering at his collar.
His golden gaze swept over us, calm and impassive. He was calculating, measuring—not just our posture, but
our unity.
He didn’t smile. Neither did I.
"Alpha Aeron Duskdraven," he said, his voice perfectly balanced between cool civility and authority. "My
congratulations. Silver Dawn has reclaimed its honor."
"We honor your presence, Your Highness," | replied, nodding with a bow. "You are welcin our land."
Kael, Luca, and Lucian offered curt bows behind me. Our gestures were formal, polite, distant. We had spent our
lives learning how to hide the truth behind masks. But none of us trusted him.
"l arrived early," Vaelen said, brushing a fleck of dust off his glove. "Forgive the intrusion. But after such a shift in
power, | thought it fitting to witness the aftermath myself."
"Not at all," | said smoothly, though the words tasted like ash. "We are humbled."
We weren't. | hadn't felt humbled since the day | buried our father beneath the ruins of Crimson Fang. And
certainly not by a man who once laughed with him at the table while our mother was being tortured for her
bloodline in the swalls.
Behind the prince stepped a woman in emerald silk. | knew that face before | saw it clearly—Lady Meriya.
Her golden curls were coiled perfectly over her shoulder, her gown shimmering like a serpent under moonlight.
Meriya was the daughter of Beta Theron. The last tI'd seen her, she had been a child clinging to her father’s
hand during war councils.
But she hadn’t been with us when the massacre began. She’d been with her aunt—the Queen of the Moon
Palace. That bloodline had protected her. And when we burned under Crimson Fang's rule, she vanished from the
map like a feather swept away in the wind.
Now she was back.
And dressed like a Luna.
Because, She was our chosen Luna. A choice made by council, sanctioned by the palace, and accepted by us not
for love, but for duty. Because her father had died helping us escape. And for that, we would give her a place, a
name, and our protection—even if we could not give her our hearts.
The other woman beside her wore silk dyed too brightly for mourning and a smile far too eager for the mood. |
don’t know her background but it was written in the letter she would be accompanying her best friend that must
be her.
She stepped forward, curtsied with a flick of her gown, and rested her gaze far too intimately on the prince.
"Your Highness," she cooed, her voice sweetened with false honey. "It’s an honor to finally meet you."
Vaelen didn’t blink. "Miss Arlena."
| was confused—they practically ctogether then why she was greeting him. Should she not introduce herself
to the master of the estate? But never mind. It is better to stay away from this kind of woman, because her
intentions were practically oozing out from her.
"I have heard the Silver Dawn Pack is very beautiful," she said. "It would be a shto miss the view. Let's see it
together."
| said nothing, but | felt the tension grow behind my ribs like slow fire. My brothers remained still, though |
caught the tightness in Kael’s jaw and the paleness in Luca’s knuckles. Lucian’s eyes were half-lidded, but | knew
him well enough to see the irritation buried behind them.
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So.
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