Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 290

I sit at the breakfast table, my mind completely lost in thought.

The dream—no, the memory—I just had doesn’t make any sense to me.

There’s so much to unpack. So many unanswered questions.

Ever since I started getting Nyx’s memories, I always assumed their mother was a Luna. I thought maybe their father had been an Alpha who died, leaving their mom to lead the pack. But now… I’m not so sure about that theory anymore.

A Queen.

A Kingdom.

None of that rings a bell. There’s no record in werewolf history of monarchs, ever. So where do Nyx and Xena really come from?

They mentioned mates, but that’s the only link I can connect them to the werewolf species. Crowns, thrones—none of it makes any sense.

The only monarchy I know of is in the human world. And we can all agree that Nyx is anything but human.

I chew absently, barely tasting the food as I try to work things out. To put all the pieces of the puzzle together.

Even if Nyx came from some ancient, pre-civilization era, there has never been a time in our history where a monarchy ruled over werewolves. From what we were taught in school, it’s always been Alphas and the Council. Never a single ruler. Never a Queen.

So again, I ask: Where is Nyx from?

It’s all so confusing. There is mention of mates, yet no mention of wolves or shifting. There is mention of a queen, yet we have never been ruled by a monarch.

“What are you thinking so hard about?”

The sudden question startles me, and I drop my fork with a clatter.

I look up to find Raven watching me curiously.

“I got another memory,” I say with a sigh. “And it just confused me even more than I already was.”

She takes the seat next to me, and it’s only then I notice she’s carrying her breakfast too.

“Tell me what it was about,” she says gently, cutting into her eggs.

I tell her everything, careful not to leave out a single detail. When I’m done, I slump back in my chair, exhausted by the sheer weight of it all.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out,” I mutter, frustrated. “Where is she from? Because I’ve never heard of any monarch leading werewolves. A Queen, of all things? It’s far-fetched.”

Like I said, most werewolves, especially the Elders, are masochists.

They can barely stomach a woman giving them orders, let alone one ruling over them. Most Alphas, not all though, still believe a mate’s job is to look pretty and give them strong pups. Not rule.

“I can look into it,” Raven offers, her voice distracted, thoughtful. “But I’ve never heard of anything like that either. We both know only humans and witches have female leaders. So, I’m not getting my hopes up.”

There’s so much mystery surrounding Nyx; it feels like it’s going to drive me insane.

“And have you talked to her?” Raven asks.

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