Crowned by Fate (Skye) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

“Uncle,” Adrian replied. His voice remained steady despite

tension evident in his jast. ‘Mam.”

Adrian’s mother give a slight noi, Hei eyes boiefly met her son’s bedare dropping away. The conflict in her expression was clear, Love for her son with loyalty to her current bumband.

dismissi

Maxwell’s gare swept dismissively over ear small gir

lip curled slightly

“Is this all you brought? 1 expected at least a show of force, Il not actual strength. His eyes settled on Ryder. “Don’t tell me this boy is your Bet? Cer find a well whose voice has changed yet?”

“Actually.” Adrian said smoothly, Ryder is

Enest watts. This is my lets,

Maswell’s eyebrows shot up as he turned to me. A bark of brighter escaped his

“A female Beta? How progressive of you.” He shook his head. Amusement danced in his cold eyes. “You truly believe you can win the Alpha King election with a woman as your second? This snt a children’s game, nephew. It’s werewolf politics.”

Four years ago, Maxwell and I met once–but it looks like neither of us recognizes the other now.

“Perhaps if more Alphas chose their Betas based on intelligence and loyalty rather than testosterone levels, the westeri territories wouldn’t be in such disarray.” I replied. “But I suppose thinking beyond brute strength requires more sophistication than some can manage.”

Maxwell’s face darkened with anger. His eyes flashed red at the edges.

Adrian’s mother gasped softly. Her gaze darted nervously between us.

For a tense moment, I thought Maxwell might actually attack. His hands had partially shifted. Claws extended from his fingertips.

Before the situation could escalate further, trumpets blared from inside the ceremonial hall. They signaled the ceremony’s imminent start.

“Come, Maxwell, Adrian’s mother said hurriedly. She placed a restraining hand on her husband’s

“We’ll be late.”

Maxwell’s eyes remained locked with mine for another heartbeat. Then he allowed his wife to lead him away.

As they walked toward the entrance, I caught Adrian’s mother glancing back. Her expression showed a complex mixture of fear, sadness, and something that

might have been pride.

“Last time he worked behind the scenes to cancel your Alpha King candidacy,” I said, my voice low with concern “We need to be careful around him. Who knows what tricks he’ll try to pull nest.”

~~“Well,” Ryder murmured as we watched them disappear inside, “that was certainly an encouraging start to the proceedings.”

Adrian’s hand found mine. He squeezed gently

“You didn’t have to defend me,” he said quietly.

“I wasn’t defending you,” I replied. “I was defending us–Oasisborn, We may be small, we may be new, but we’re not weak. And I hate men who look down on women like that ”

A smile tugged at his lips. Then let’s not keep them waiting. It’s time they learned exactly what Oasisborn is capable of”

The Grand Ceremonial Hall of Silvercrest Mountain took my breath away.

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Chapter 105

– Massive stone columns rose to a vaulted ceiling printed

beneath full moons, al

that had shaped nor history.

Hundreds of candles flickered in Iran chandeliers suspended above it.

The circular chamber was arranged like an amphitheater, with stone benches rising in commerntile sings around a centrst platfomi. Each dem banya designated section marked by their park colori and symbols.

The eastern times ocupled nearly half the chamber, their numbers a stark reminder of the power imbalance in well politics.

“This way,” Adrian murmurd, guiding nu small groep toward the westem section. I felt mumerous even tracking vor minements.

“Everyone’s staring at us,” I whispered to Lydia.

“Not at us,” she corrected softly. “M was pack. Wete strangers to them–the newest pack to enter these competitions in decades. They’re curings about what threat we might pose.”

Trumpets blated, echoing through the chamber. Conversations ceased as twelve elders entered from behind the central platform. Each more ceremonial india robes embroidered with silver wall silhouettes. They formed a circle around the raised dain

The oldest among them–a white hatred woman with a deeply lined face–stepped forward. She raised her arms, and silence fell.

“I am Elder Selene, First Voice of the North American Werewolf Council,” she announced. “For four centuries, we have gathered here to choose who shall lead. The Alpha king stands as guardian of our traditions, territories, and future.

“Forty–two Alphas have qualified for this election. By the next full moon, only one wi

Four younger wolves approached carrying stone bowls containing earth, water, fire, and a single white feather. The elders began a melodic chant in an ancient language. The elements in the bowls glowed with ethereal light.

After the ceremonial rituals, Elder 5

Selene explained the trials.

“Now, we shall explain the Four Trials. These trials test qualities essential to true leadership.”

A broad–shouldered elder stepped forward. “The Trial of Strength tests physical power. Each candidate must face the Guardian Beast alone, armed only with courage and resolve

I leaned toward Adrian. ‘Guardian Beast?”

“A werewolf of extraordinary size and strength, Adrian replied quietly. Chosen every fo

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