The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the grand windows of Ahicia Moonlight's chamber, casting a serene yet vibrant ambiance. She lay in bed, her ruby eyes half-lidded in a restless haze. Her mind lingered on her new role and the weight of expectations it carried.
A sudden chill prickled her senses. She tensed, her omega instincts sharpening as an ominous presence filled the room. Ahicia's initial reaction was to dismiss it as Damian's protective nature; he often watched over her from the shadows, his golden gaze a silent sentinel. But something about this felt… off.
The presence was more invasive, more calculating. Her heart pounded as realization dawned. Damian would never linger this way—his energy was fierce yet comforting, not this unsettling aura. Her instincts screamed at her to act.
With a sudden burst of movement, Ahicia sprang from the bed, her razor-sharp claws glinting in the sunrise. She lunged toward the figure lurking in the shadows, a snarl tearing from her throat. Her attack was swift, precise, aimed to incapacitate.
But instead of meeting resistance, she was greeted by a melodic laugh. The figure stepped into the light, revealing a striking woman with silvery hair cascading down her back and piercing blue eyes that shimmered with amusement. She raised her hands in a mock gesture of surrender, her lips curved into a playful smile.
"Good morning, Queen Ahicia," the woman said, her voice calm yet laced with intrigue. "That's quite the welcome."
Ahicia froze mid-strike, her claws mere inches from the woman's throat. Her crimson eyes narrowed. "Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my room?"
The woman lowered her hands slowly, her movements deliberate and unthreatening. "Lysandra Vale of the Silver Hollow Pack," she introduced herself, dipping into a graceful bow. "You appointed me during your coronation, remember?" "I've been assigned as your personal servant. Can't you remember you picked me to be your personal assistant"
Ahicia's gaze remained suspicious. "By whose orders?"
"You appointed me yourself during your coronation," Lysandra replied smoothly. "I am here because you chose me." "He believed you would benefit from having someone who understands the intricacies of your position. And," she added with a knowing look, "someone who can match your… fiery temperament."
Lowering her claws, Ahicia took a step back, though her posture remained guarded. "You could've knocked," she muttered.
Lysandra's smile widened. "And miss such a thrilling introduction? Where's the fun in that?"
Ahicia let out a frustrated sigh, crossing her arms. "If you're going to stick around, learn some boundaries. I don't take kindly to being watched while I sleep."
"Duly noted, Your Majesty," Lysandra said with a slight smirk. "But if I may offer a piece of advice? Strength isn't just about power. It's about trust. And you're going to need allies, especially now."
Ahicia studied her for a moment, weighing her words. "We'll see about that," she said finally. "For now, get out. I need to… process this."
With a mock salute, Lysandra turned and strode toward the door. "As you wish, Queen Ahicia. I'll be outside if you need me."
As the door clicked shut behind her, Ahicia sank back onto the bed, her claws retracting. Her mind churned with questions and a nagging feeling that Lysandra's arrival was far from a coincidence. Whatever her intentions, Ahicia knew one thing for certain: she would be watching closely.