Rise Of The Alpha Queen

"Dad, I've told you a hundred times-I don't need a bodyguard." I sighed heavily, collapsing onto my bed. My father remained silent for a moment, yet his presence lingered like a palpable force in the room.

"You know he's only trying to keep you safe," my wolf, Kira, interjected, sounding reproachful.

"Aurelia." My father's voice, firm and commanding, drew me from my thoughts. I reluctantly sat up and met his gaze. His silver eyes, bearing the weight of the Alpha King, seemed to fill the room with their intensity. I fought the instinct to shiver under his scrutiny.

Kira muttered, "Well, you've done it now."

Despite being his daughter and having a degree of immunity to his Alpha power, I couldn't completely escape the gravity of his presence. I steadied myself, determined not to let his gaze unnerve me.

Sighing, I prepared myself for an unproductive conversation. "Yes, Dad?"

"You will follow the rules and allow your bodyguard to do his job," he stated, his voice leaving no room for argument. I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

All the training I'd endured seemed irrelevant in the face of his unyielding stance. He was adamant that I was unprepared for his enemies without the protection of a bodyguard, especially since I wasn't yet Queen. He clung to his title as if it were the last thread binding him to control, fueling his resolve to impose this unwanted protector on me.

"Fine," I snapped, "but you know I won't behave." I crossed my arms defiantly, letting my gaze drift out the window to the vast garden outside.

My father's expression softened, and he sat down beside me on the bed. "Aurelia, this is the last thing I want. We face threats from all sides. I must ensure your safety."

I kept my eyes on the garden, unwilling to show how his words affected me. My desire to retain my dwindling freedom clashed with his insistence on my security.

"I can't lose you too, Aura." His voice was laced with an emptiness that tugged at my heart.

When I looked at him, I saw the genuine sorrow etched in his face. Since losing my mother a year ago, he had maintained a stoic façade for the world-an unyielding Alpha King committed to his people's safety. Yet, to me and my late mother, he was more than that. He had feelings, vulnerabilities that were reserved solely for us.

Unable to hold onto my anger any longer, I frowned. "When will he arrive?"

My father's face brightened with a relieved grin, and I couldn't help but smile slightly in return. "Tomorrow morning," he said, glancing briefly at his phone. His days were packed with the demands of war and the constant threat of assassinations, leaving him little time for anything else.

"Very well. Will he be staying in my room too?" I asked, smirking.

My father's cheeks flushed a deep red. "Absolutely not," he stammered. "You'll move to an adjoining room, and he'll take the other."

"Good. I'd prefer to see him as little as possible," I said, leaning into his comforting embrace.

"Just do me one favor, Aura. Stay on the grounds today. You can go out tomorrow, but only with your bodyguard. I'll have the maids come later to move your things." I sighed and nodded, cherishing these fleeting moments alone with him.

As always, these moments were too brief.

"I have to go, Aura," he said with a tired sigh, running his fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair. The lines of exhaustion on his face were evident, a testament to the toll of losing Mom. They had me when they were both just twenty. I would turn eighteen in a month, making him only thirty-seven.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, my heart clenching at the thought of losing him too. "Just promise me you'll be safe."

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," he replied with a smirk, his silver eyes twinkling with that familiar spark. "Not with you always getting into trouble."

I scoffed, "I'll deal with the bodyguard, but behaving is not on my agenda!" I called out as he headed for the door, hearing his deep chuckle receding down the hallway.

After he left, I pulled myself out of bed, quickly dressing in jeans and an off-shoulder blouse. Every glance in the mirror reminded me of my mother. My raven hair cascaded in silky waves, and my curvy figure mirrored hers almost perfectly. The only traits I inherited from my father were his long lashes and his fiery temper.

I grabbed my phone and sent a quick text to my two best friends. Vesper and Ember, daughters of our cleaning staff, were my closest companions. We had grown up together, and their friendship had been my anchor throughout my years as an only child. Though traditionally, the firstborn son would succeed as Alpha or Alpha King, my parents had defied tradition. My father had declared I would be the first Alpha Queen, a groundbreaking decision.

I glanced at my phone as it lit up. Vesper was out of town visiting family, but Ember would be waiting for me in the gardens. I sent a quick response, relieved that we were in the age of modern communication.

Our home, though resembling a castle, was more of an opulent mansion. Surrounded by cities and towns under my father's rule, he commanded the largest kingdom in the world. One day, it would be my turn.

Years of etiquette, training, and history had prepared me, yet following rules remained a struggle-perhaps due to my Alpha blood or my stubborn nature. I often preferred to make my own rules.

Skipping down the main corridor, I dodged maids and cooks, heading for the garden. My favorite spots in the house were the garden and the expansive library. Mom used to get lost in the thousands of books, and whenever she disappeared for too long, Dad and I would sneak off to find her.

To reach the garden, I had to navigate through the bustling kitchen, which was large enough to host grand feasts. I ducked under trays of muffins and pastries, savoring the sweet aroma.

The kitchen was always in a state of organized chaos. Mom had made sure that food from our kitchen reached the less fortunate in town, and Dad continued this tradition after her death, ensuring they received the same quality as us Royals.

As I slipped through the kitchen, I grabbed a warm chocolate chip muffin. Just as I was about to take a bite, I heard a voice.

"Aurelia, drop that muffin!"

I turned to see Ember's mother, Amara, approaching with a dirty rag as a makeshift weapon. I gave her a sheepish grin before sprinting through the kitchen.

Amara had stepped into the role of a second mother after my own mother's passing. She and Mom had been close friends, and her loss had hit her hard.

Despite our royal status, my family had never looked down on others. We commanded respect due to our Alpha blood but had never abused it. I knew not all kingdoms were as kind-hearted.

I jogged out onto the patio and breathed in the fresh spring air. It was my favorite season-the garden was alive with blooming flowers, their scents blending into an intoxicating aroma.

Walking down the dirt path to the large gazebo, I spotted Ember's curly hair and her welcoming smile. Ember was the responsible one in our trio. Vesper and I were the wild ones, and Ember often struggled to keep us in check. Although I was a full Lycan, Vesper and Ember were human. Our kingdom had a mix of humans and Lycans, with a larger Lycan population. Many humans were part-Lycan, but only a few could actually shift.

"Took you long enough," Ember said with a shake of her head, her chocolate curls bouncing with the movement. Her skin, the color of freshly brewed espresso, made her honey-colored eyes stand out even more.

I shrugged and dropped into one of the chairs in the gazebo. "Dad needed to talk to me."

"Anything important?" Ember's eyebrow arched, her golden eyes sharp with curiosity.

I sighed, annoyed by the intensity of her gaze. Ember had a knack for extracting information with just a look-her honey eyes could make even the most guarded secrets spill.

Before I could respond, two servants appeared at the gazebo's steps, wheeling a cart laden with food and drinks.

"Oh, sorry, I told them you'd be having breakfast here," Ember said, giving me a sheepish smile.

Being waited on constantly still felt strange to me. I was always met with a mix of respect and trepidation-everyone feared displeasing Dad. If only they could see him as I did.

"I appreciate that," I said, returning her smile. "Join me for breakfast!"

I pushed a plate of scrambled eggs in her direction. "Help yourself."

She smiled gratefully and started to eat. I turned to the servants, who were preparing to leave.

"Thanks for bringing this. You can leave the cart; I'll make sure it gets back," I said, offering them a warm smile. The staff had been with us for years, and while I knew they appreciated my gestures, I often felt the need to pitch in.

"So, what did the Alpha King have to say?" Ember asked, her expression now tinged with concern.

I popped a large strawberry into my mouth, missing the chocolate chip muffin I had to leave behind. "He's assigning me a personal bodyguard," I grumbled.

"Oh, I'm sure that's a delight," Ember chuckled, and I stuck my tongue out at her.

"You know that's the last thing I want," I mumbled.

Ember laughed again, and I gave her a weary look. "What would Vesper say if she were here?"

I considered it for a moment. "Probably something about making him sleep in the same room for 'safety reasons,'" I said with a snicker.

"Or she'd comment on the bodyguard's potential attractiveness," Ember laughed, and I joined in.

As the Spring breeze brushed against my skin, I felt content. I nibbled on a piece of sausage, feeling a sense of happiness with Ember's company and the peaceful garden surroundings. "She'd definitely have a lot to say about a 'personal bodyguard,'" I giggled.

After breakfast, Ember and I strolled through the garden, waving to the gardeners as we passed. I traced my fingers over the velvety petals of tulips and down the rough stems of sunflowers.

"Aurelia, could you come here for a moment? I'm in the library," my uncle's voice echoed in my mind.

I nodded, then remembered he couldn't see me. "I'll be there soon, Uncle."

"I have to go," I said reluctantly. "Uncle's calling me."

Ember nodded understandingly. "I'll make sure the cart gets back to the kitchen."

"Thanks," I said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before hurrying back to the house.

As a child, I'd often get lost exploring the house's endless corridors. I used to make maps and imagine each room held some grand secret. The library, with its dark oak doors, had once been a portal to worlds of mythical creatures. But as I grew older, my imagination gave way to the harsh realities of the world.

I pushed open the library doors and found Uncle Orion hunched over a large, dusty tome.

"Ah, there you are," he said, looking up. His silver eyes met mine. Like everyone on my father's side, he had those striking silver eyes. People often remarked that I looked just like my mother.

I smirked at him. "You called?"

Uncle Orion, my father's younger brother, was only twenty-eight. Despite their ten-year age difference, he resembled my father as he must have looked in his youth-less burdened by stress. Orion's curly brown hair was neatly trimmed, framed by full eyebrows and long lashes.

All the men in my father's family were built like giants. Though Lycans were typically muscular, my father and Uncle Orion were particularly imposing.

"I heard about your father's plans for you," Uncle Orion said sympathetically.

He always seemed to grasp my feelings, even when he mostly agreed with my father.

I rolled my eyes. "Guess all that training was for nothing."

Orion's smile was faint but reassuring. "The training will still come in handy if someone manages to slip past your bodyguard. You should never hope to need it, Aurelia."

"I know," I sighed, settling onto a plush couch. "I just hate having someone shadow me all the time."

"Understandable," Orion said with a smile. "You're the heir to the Kingdom and his daughter. You can't blame him for being cautious."

"True, but that doesn't mean I have to like it," I said, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled. "I wouldn't expect anything less. You're just like your mother." He seemed lost in a fond memory, and my heart ached at the mention of her. She had been one of my closest friends.

"Has your father mentioned who the bodyguard will be?" Orion's question took me by surprise.

"No, he hasn't said. I just assumed it would be some warrior," I replied with a shrug.

"Knowing your father, it won't be just any warrior," Orion said, though his shrug seemed forced.

I pushed aside my suspicions, attributing them to irritation. "Dad would probably get me an entire army if he could," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Indeed," Orion agreed with a chuckle.

After leaving the library, I tried to find Ember, only to learn from Amara that she had gone to work. Ember worked at a local coffee shop and often brought me sweet treats.

The house felt increasingly dull as the hours ticked by. I wanted to make the most of my last day of freedom before my new, unwelcome companion arrived.

Around 6 p.m., a maid showed me to my new room. I glared at the large door that separated me from where my bodyguard would be stationed, just a few feet away.

The new suite offered more space, giving the illusion of privacy.

I flopped onto the bed, listening to music until it became boring to me. I then shuffled into the bathroom, which had been renovated over the years. Each bathroom had a walk-in shower and a bathtub large enough to be a small pool.

I turned on the hot water and added a generous amount of vanilla bubble bath, grinning as the bubbles began to froth.

I soaked in the bath until the water turned cold and my fingers wrinkled. Feeling more at ease about the next day, I curled up in bed and drifted off to sleep.

*AUTHOR NOTE*

"In this novel, mates are identified once they reach the age of 18. Unlike the normal stories of finding your mate based on scent, mates are discovered through the means of touch instead".

I woke up very early in the morning. The sun was yet to come up, and I couldn't bring myself to go back to sleep. My night had been filled with nightmares, i keep seeing my Mom. The way her eyes looked as one of the rogues was about to attack me. I could still hear the scream from her throat as she shifted, a desperate act to try and save me. And then, the worst moment was when the light faded from her eyes as the rogue ripped out her throat, her dark fur matted with fresh blood.

My father had been fighting in a fierce battle of his own, fighting off three rogues to protect us all. He hadn't witnessed her final moments, But I saw it. I watched as the life drain from her eyes, and I could almost feel when her soul departed from her body, taking with her wolf-her faithful companion. The loss of loosing my mom left a gap in my heart, a pain that served as a constant reminder that she was gone trying to save me.

I got up from the plush bed, putting on a robe as I made my way to the bathroom. The cold morning air seeped through the fabric, giving me goosebumps on my skin. I turned on the shower, letting the hot water pour over me, hoping to washing away the memories of the previous night.

After my shower, I dressed up quickly in jean shorts and a black tank top, I decided to go without shoes, since it was still early which meant the household staff would still be asleep. I pulled on a pair of black socks to keep my feet warm from the cold floor and settled onto the couch with a book.

I was absorbed in the novel's world when a soft knock interrupted my solitude. Opening the door, I was greeted by Amara's warm, honey-colored eyes. She resembled her daughter Ember closely, with her rich espresso skin, curly hair, and lighter eyes.

"I brought you some breakfast, dear," Amara said with a gentle smile, while wheeling in a breakfast cart filled with different option of foods.

I returned her smile and took a seat on the couch. "How did you know I would be awake?"

Amara's intuitive nature was weird, something I had noticed long ago in both her and Ember. "Just a feeling," she shrugged. "I didn't sleep well either. Too many troubling dreams."

I nodded, taking a sip of the fresh orange juice she handed me. "I've been having the same repeated nightmare."

Amara sat beside me on the couch, her presence soothing. Her scent-a blend of freshly roasted coffee, crisp pastries, and a hint of light perfume- which brought a sense of comfort, it reminded me of home and my mother.

"You can't blame yourself forever, sweetheart," Amara said softly. "It wasn't your fault." She handed me a warm chocolate chip muffin, and I couldn't help but laugh as I took a bite.

"It's not your fault, Aurelia. Parents are meant to make sacrifices for their children," Kira added, her voice laced with sympathy. As a close friend of my mother's wolf, Kira understood the feeling of the loss, though wolves process death very differently from humans.

Savoring the taste of the muffin, I turned to Amara. "It's hard. I keep thinking if I had known how to fight, she might still be here with me." I struggled with the guilt that had long been a part of me.

"Parents are meant to protect their children, Aurelia. Your mom did her job very well. Parents aren't supposed to outlive their children," Amara said, her voice filled with conviction. I could feel the warmth of a mother's love.

I smiled at her, appreciating the motherly presence she provided me with in my life. "Thank you, Amara. You and Ember always seem to understand me better."

"We have known you for so long, can you really blame us?" Amara laughed, shoving a plate of fruit toward me.

I giggled. "Well, Vesper has known me just as long as both of you, and still she can't read my mind at all."

"That girl has her head so far up her own backside, it's a miracle she can hear anything at all," Amara commented with a frown, as though Vesper were in the room with us.

I burst into laughter, the sound a welcome distraction from my somber thoughts.

Amara stood to leave, giving me a gentle admonishment. "Behave for your father. I know you don't like this bodyguard business, but he's only looking out for you." Her smile was soft but firm.

"I'll be good for him," I said smirking, already planning on how I might be causing a bit of mischief.

Amara pulled the cart from my room, giving me a knowing look. "But you'll still keep us on our toes, won't you? Little troublemaker." With that, she left, few moment I found myself giggling at the thought of Ember and Amara being secret Lycans.

Without another muffin in sight, I returned to my book, finding comfort in its pages. Losing myself and escaping briefly from the real world into a fictional world.

The sun was fully up when I finally looked up, then I realized I had been reading for over an hour. A heavy knock on my bedroom door woke me from day dream.

"Come in," I called, keeping my gaze on my book.

My bedroom door swung open, and two pairs of heavy footsteps entered. My father's scent-a blend of fresh earth and tobacco-filled the room. His presence oozed authority, his Alpha King game face was on. Beside him stood a man whose scent was unfamiliar yet intriguing, a mix of husky masculinity with hints of mint and apples. His aura oozed of dominance and brutality, contrasting sharply from my father's.

This must be my new personal bodyguard my dad talked about, I realized as I took in the man's imposing figure. He had a scar running from his neck to the edge of his shirt and tattoos down his arms. His dark eyes observed me with an unsettling yet captivating look.

I kept my expression neutral as I took in the striking stranger who now occupied my space. His face was covered by a black mask that covered the lower half, stirring a fierce curiosity within me. His hair, a rich dark chocolate, was styled in a wild tangle on top, while the sides and back were shaved close. His dark eyebrows and long lashes framed piercing obsidian eyes. I let my gaze wander from the mask down to the black gloves covering his hands.

"You can pretend all you want, but he is really stunning," Kira purred, her eyes lingering on the man far too much than i like to admit.

I rolled my eyes at her comment. "I'm not pretending anything. Sure, he's striking, but can't you sense the danger he carries all around him?"

"Oh, I can feel it," Kira purred again, clearly intrigued by the intriguing figure. "But remember, he is here to protect us only."

The stranger's eyes met mine with a cold, unblinking stare. They were free from any kind of emotion, giving nothing away. My father cleared his throat, drawing my attention away from the silent man.

"This is your bodyguard. He'll be with you wherever you go and will stay in the adjoining room," my father said, gesturing to the door on the far side of the suite. I forced myself to look more composed, resisting the urge to show my reluctance.

I nodded my head and turned my attention back to the stranger. "What's your name?"

The man's gaze remained fixed on me, his silence only adding to my own discomfort.

"He's not much of a talker," my father said, casting a glance at the bodyguard. "His name is Magnus."

Seeing the resistance in my eyes, my father hastily retreated. "I have urgent matters i have to get back to. Amara wanted me to tell you that Ember is waiting for you in the garden, and Vesper will be back by tomorrow."

With that, I was left alone with my dominant looking new bodyguard.

I shifted uneasily on my feet under his unwavering stare. "I'm going to get changed," I said, trying to sound casual as possible.

Magnus did not react, his gaze fixed and unwavering on me. I let out an long sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose. Grabbing a floral dress from my dresser, I headed to the bathroom, saying a silent promise to myself to confront him if he followed me.

To my relief, he remained where he stood, his eyes following me around as I changed. I pulled on a pair of white sneakers, keeping my gaze locked on his the entire time.

"So, are you mute?" I asked, hoping to get out a response from him.

His voice, deep and rough, broke the silence. "No."

I widened my eyes in surprise. "Are you a warrior?" I asked, observing his expressionless look for any hint of emotion.

"No."

I narrowed my eyes at Magnus. "Is 'No' the only word you know?"

"No," he replied with the same annoying word again. Frustration flared within me, but I fought to keep it in check. Magnus was my bodyguard right?, he surely wouldn't harm me?.

Trying to be brave and loosing the knot of nerves in my stomach, I moved closer to him. His dark, intoxicating scent, mixed with a powerful aura, was undeniable up close . I reached out impulsively for the edge of his mask, driven by curiosity to see what he looked like with out the mask.

For a moment, I thought he might let me remove it. His eyes remained impassive, free from any visible reaction. But in an instant, his hand, covered with a glove, caught my wrist, gripping it with a firmness that was both intimidating and gentle.

"No." The same word, though familiar, but held a different tone this time, one that suggested an edge. His touch was a reminder of where my boundaries was, his gaze looked like an unspoken warning.

He released my wrist after a few seconds, and I let it fall to my side, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity all at once.

I turned away, heading down the hallway with his presence obvious behind me-close enough to offer protection, distant enough to prevent me from any further mischief.

The more I thought about it, the clearer my mind became. I wouldn't change my behavior, nor would I stop my curiosity. Somehow, I know i would uncover the mystery behind Magnus's mask and, if I was fortunate enough, i would engage him in a real conversation with me.

I refused to let Magnus disrupt my daily rituals, one of which involved a covert mission to pilfer one of Amara's legendary muffins. I was nearly convinced that Amara and Ember must have been witches in a past life; their ability to detect anything out of the ordinary was practically supernatural.

This, of course, made my little escapades all the more thrilling.

Slipping into the bustling kitchen, I immediately saw that Amara was absorbed in directing the other cooks. A sly smile tugged at my lips; she was thoroughly preoccupied.

I edged closer to the counter where a plate of her muffins was still warm. A groan escaped my lips when I spotted Magnus right behind me, awkwardly standing out.

"Can you not be a little Sneakier?" I groaned at him, keeping one eye on Amara movement.

To my surprise, he raised a dark eyebrow, his looking straight at me without moving a muscle.

Casting a quick glance at Amara, I seized the opportunity, by snatching a muffin and shooting Magnus an annoyed look. "Hurry up before I get caught," I hissed at him, running toward the patio doors. I didn't slow down until I was certain I was out of sight from Amara's wrath.

Magnus's was right on my tail i didn't need to be told to turn around, his aura around him, gave him away me.

I finally stopped to enjoy my stolen treat, being careful of Ember's potential to inform her mother of my misdeeds. I gently ran my fingers over the petals of vibrant flowers along the path, savoring the taste of the muffin.

I was so engrossed in my enjoyment, I barely noticed Magnus watching me. There was that unusal flicker in his eyes again, but it was too fleeting to solve at the moment.

"Amara's muffins are the best, though I rarely get my hands on them, so I resort to stealing," I said, smirking directly at Magnus and his relentless gaze.

My attention drifted to the distant gazebo, where Ember awaited me. "I need to finish this before she starts blabbing. She's my best friend, and she'd expose me in a heartbeat," I added with a huff.

It might have seemed odd to converse with a silent and imposing man without receiving any response, but it felt as though he was silently demanding an explanation for my actions.

After practically inhaling the muffin, I turned to continue my walk, only to be stopped by a leather-clad hand.

I froze as Magnus's large hand gently tapped my shoulder. Bewildered, I looked up at him, feeling minuscule beside his towering frame.

"What now?" I scowled, feeling intruded upon by his unexpected touch.

"He's your bodyguard, obviously. Unless you want to touch him," Kira teased, her smirk flooding my mind with mischievous thoughts.

My eyes locked with Magnus's as he reached out, his touch surprisingly gentle for his size. His finger brushed my cheek so swiftly that I barely registered it before he pulled away. A smear of gooey chocolate chip was left on the tip of his finger. Blushing furiously, I wiped at the spot, trying to erase the evidence.

A sense of smug satisfaction washed over me at Magnus's touch. It felt like a significant step. "Thanks," I said, giving him a sly smile before continuing my stroll.

As I walked along the garden path, my silent guardian in tow, I reflected on my father's efforts to keep me sheltered from romantic entanglements. For Lycans, especially royals, dating was rare. The identity of one's mate remained unknown, making dating a risky endeavor. My closest experience to a relationship was with Zane, the heir to a neighboring kingdom. Our interactions were limited to hand-holding, but everyone assumed he was my destined mate.

Despite my lack of experience, I was confident. I didn't feel self-conscious about my body or desires, although I had my moments of doubt. I wasn't afraid of the unknown.

Reaching the gazebo, I plopped down in the chair beside Ember, trying to ignore her astonished reaction to Magnus. Even as a human, she could likely sense the danger he exuded.

Two servants soon arrived with a silver cart, laden with an assortment of sandwiches and appetizers.

"So, that's the bodyguard?" Ember giggled, her eyes still wide with curiosity. Magnus stood to the side, arms crossed, his gaze periodically scanning our surroundings before settling back on me. His formal attire-a black button-down shirt, black slacks, and a mask that blended seamlessly with his outfit-gave him a ninja-like appearance.

I nodded, munching on a sandwich. "That's him."

"Why's he wearing a mask and gloves?" Ember asked, and I shrugged. I wished I had an answer.

"I have no idea. He's not much of a talker either."

"Vesper's going to have a field day with him," Ember chuckled, her gaze flickering back to Magnus. His presence was undeniably imposing.

The thought of Vesper attempting to flirt with Magnus made me cringe. "I wish her luck with that," I said dryly.

"He looks like he can handle himself," Ember observed quietly, her laughter subsiding.

"He does, indeed. He's huge, even for a Lycan," I agreed, sipping my water.

Ember's gaze lingered on Magnus for a moment before she changed the subject. "So, are you excited for your birthday?" She grinned, nibbling on a finger sandwich.

I shrugged, already dreading the grand spectacle my father would undoubtedly arrange. "I'm sure Dad will throw a huge ball or something."

"You should be excited. It's your best chance to meet your mate. Guys will be lining up to meet you," Ember said, her enthusiasm evident.

She loved any excuse to dress up and celebrate. My father always ensured Ember and Vesper had beautiful dresses, though Amara could never afford them. While I didn't mind extravagant parties, being the center of attention was exhausting. It took years to become accustomed to the pressure of remaining poised and engaging with everyone.

I frowned. "What if I don't want to meet my mate?"

"Why wouldn't you? I wish humans had a soulmate destined for them. You have no idea how many times I've had my heart broken," Ember said, shaking her head in disbelief.

I sighed, feeling the weight of her words. "It just means everything will change. Once I find my mate, Dad will step down, and I'll have a lot of responsibilities."

"You'll be amazing, Aurelia. Whether you accept it or not, ruling is in your blood," Ember assured me, her confidence unwavering.

I knew she was right. My father's Alpha blood flowed through me, intensified by his status as Alpha King.

"Now that you have your bodyguard, you can finally leave the grounds," Ember pointed out, causing a broad grin to spread across my face.

I gasped. "You're right! Let's go get coffee!" I said, finally feeling optimistic about having Magnus around.

"You and your coffee. There's coffee here," Ember chuckled.

I pouted. "It's not the same. Plus, their chocolate chip muffins are almost as good as your mom's," I said, licking my lips. My craving for chocolate chip muffins was insatiable.

"You and your muffin obsession," Ember rolled her eyes, smiling.

I shrugged, "You can't blame me. Their desserts are the perfect treat at any time of day."

Ember's smirk grew wider. "You're right. Luckily, I'm off today. I'm supposed to help Mom in the kitchen later, but we can head out now if you want."

Beaming, I replied, "I'd love to! Let's get this cart back to the kitchen, and then I'll inform our driver."

I maneuvered the cart down the gazebo steps and pushed it ahead of me as we made our way back to the kitchen. The dark, almost palpable aura trailing behind me was ever-present in my mind. Despite its menacing and fierce nature, I couldn't deny the feeling of safety it provided.

I parked the cart against the kitchen wall. A servant's voice scolded me with a hint of amusement, "Aurelia, you should've just mind-linked us when you were finished." Her smile faded when she noticed Magnus and his intimidating presence.

Offering her a gentle smile, I said, "We had to pass through the kitchen anyway."

"Aurelia!" Amara's voice echoed from the grand dining room.

Kira's laughter rang in my mind, "And you thought she wouldn't find out."

Pale-faced, I glanced at Ember in alarm. "Crap, we need to get out of here!" I sprinted through the house, emerging safely out the front door. I didn't look back, but Magnus's presence was unmistakable as he followed closely behind me.

"Dad, Ember and I are heading to the café for coffee," I mind-linked him.

His response was swift, "Is Magnus with you?"

Rolling my eyes, I replied, "Of course. I don't think I could shake him if I tried."

"Do me a favor and don't try, Aura," Dad's relieved voice came through.

I smirked, "Aw Dad, you think I'm that skilled?"

"Actually, I know you are. Behave, Aura." Dad's stern tone was softened by an invisible smile.

"Always, Dad." I chuckled and ended the mind-link.

I climbed into the backseat of one of our black SUVs, with Ember quickly joining me and giving me a look of disbelief. Magnus took the front seat, adjusting the mirror to keep an eye on us.

"Where to, Miss Aurelia?" the older driver asked, his eyes flickering nervously towards Magnus.

I flashed him a wide grin. "Just the café."

As we drove, Ember and I chatted about my upcoming birthday and the grand party planned. It would be a great chance to see Zane again-someone I hadn't seen since before my mother passed.

I couldn't ignore Magnus's gaze fixed on me through the rearview mirror. His intense eyes seemed to follow every movement. Despite my efforts to stay focused on Ember, I found myself drawn to the way his dark lashes framed his eyes and his tousled hair. My curiosity about what lay beneath his mask grew stronger.

When we arrived at the café, curious eyes turned toward the SUV. Ember hopped out, and I followed, trying to avoid Magnus's penetrating gaze. I couldn't quite explain it, but I felt an inexplicable pull to be near him-a sensation that bordered on madness.

We ordered our coffees and, of course, I grabbed another muffin. The close proximity to Magnus made my skin tingle. His shirt brushing against my arm sent shivers down my spine, and I fought the urge to rip off his mask.

Finding an empty table outside, we sat down, with Magnus standing directly behind me. His captivating and enigmatic scent filled the air.

"Hey, Aurelia!" A boy with blonde hair and a charming smile called out. He was unfamiliar to me, but everyone in our territory knew my name.

"Hi!" I responded, feeling several eyes on us.

The boy approached, casting a wary glance at Magnus. His smile was disarming, and his perfect teeth sparkled as he introduced himself. "I'm Soren. You haven't been out in a while."

Leaning in, I gave him a radiant smile. "Soren, I like it. It's true, I haven't been out much. It's not always safe." I tried not to glance at Magnus.

Before Soren could say more, Magnus moved from his spot and approached him, his presence alone enough to intimidate. Soren's fear was palpable as he backed away, his eyes darting between Magnus and me.

"What the hell, Magnus!" I snapped. The first attractive guy to talk to me in weeks, and Magnus had to scare him away.

Back in the SUV, I fumed silently. Soren had done nothing wrong; Magnus's actions were completely unprovoked. I planned to confront him about it later.

I had promised Ember I would help her and Amara with the kitchen cleanup before dinner, so I had to postpone my interrogation. I braced myself for Amara's inevitable wrath.

Returning to my room, I changed into something more comfortable with Magnus shadowing me. He waited outside the bathroom as I changed, his presence both unsettling and intriguing.

My gaze lingered on his tousled chocolate-brown hair, wondering if it was as soft as it looked. I found myself drawn to him, despite my confusion over whether this attraction was positive or negative.

Finally, I faced him with a mix of curiosity and determination. "Why do you even wear that mask?" I asked, almost hoping for a response.

To my surprise, Magnus rolled his eyes, a subtle shift that made my stomach flutter with anticipation. I couldn't resist pressing further. "What? Do you have a scar or something?"

He raised an eyebrow, giving me a look that seemed to say, "Seriously?"

His raised brow only added to his allure, making me wonder what lay hidden beneath his mask.

A bold thought crossed my mind: maybe it wouldn't hurt to make him as uncomfortable as he made me. I stepped closer, until we were inches apart. His dark eyes bore into mine, revealing either a warning or a hidden depth.

With a quick, determined movement, I reached for the black mask that concealed the lower half of his face. Once again, he moved faster than I expected, a reminder of his elusive nature.