My Alphas' Dark Desires-Chapter 82: The Lycan Queen’s Visit

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Chapter 82

~Ash’s POV~

"Come," my mother called out, and for a second, I saw a twitch in her lips.

"Mum!" Ace forgot himself like the baby he was and ran towards her as she pulled him into a hug.

I walked up to them with a smile on my face that didn’t quite reach my eyes. "Hello, mother."

"Ash, my love. So good to see you." Ace pouted, and our mother caressed his cheek softly. "Come, join me. We have much to discuss."

And just like that, Valerie, the simulation, the academy—they all fell into the background.

Just like that, we headed for the front door as the guards took a step back. Ace happily rapped on the door while I glanced around, taking in the sight before me.

The Southern Region was no longer the ghost town it had once been, which was good.

After the tragedy that wiped out most of the Ivory Crescent Pack, the land worked hard to heal. They rebuilt the roads and cultivated the fields while fresh earth and blooming flowers now replaced with the scent of ash.

Even the pack house, once in ruin, now stood tall and modern, shining under the morning sun, rebuilt into a mansion.

It wasn’t just strong—it was beautiful. Wide glass windows framed by silver stone, open balconies lined with green vines, a towering gate bearing the old pack crest: a crescent moon wrapped in ivy.

This was still home, even if it no longer felt like it.

As our mother stepped forward, a soft breeze brushed through her dark hair, her gown rustling faintly.

The door was opened and a man, probably in his late forties, lowered his head before my mother. freewebnøvel.com

"Queen Aurora, welcome, Your Majesty." Mother’s smile was calm as she nodded.

"Thank you, Butler Scott."

"Your Highnesses, welcome." He moved to the side to let us in. "The Alpha is in the living room and expecting you. This way."

"Sure."

We walked in after him and were led to the right through the door, where the living room was, and an older, sturdy-looking man sat.

Alpha Storm Zephyr.

His presence was still commanding, even after all these years. His hair had turned fully silver, but his shoulders remained square, his eyes piercing blue and unblinking.

I could feel his wolf’s aura even from where I stood. Winter hadn’t dulled—he’d just buried it under decades of loss.

As we approached, he stood from his chair.

"Aurora," he said.

"Alpha Storm," she replied simply, nodding with a faint smile.

His eyes flicked toward us, me first, then Ace. "You boys have grown."

"Still not as tall as you," Ace joked lightly, giving him a mock bow.

Alpha Storm’s lips tugged, barely. In the war nineteen years ago, history recorded his valiant prowess alongside that of his son and daughter-in-law.

And till now, one could still feel the powerful aura radiating off him even though it had dulled and was weakened by sadness.

Then another figure emerged from inside the house. Her hair was dark, streaked with ash, her face graceful, soft in all the ways Alpha Storm’s was sharp—Luna Star, his mate.

"Ace. Ash," she greeted warmly, opening her arms as we stepped into them without hesitation.

Her hug smelled like lavender and warmth, like the South before the blood. "It’s been too long," she murmured. "I almost thought you forgot about us."

Ace chuckled against her shoulder. "Blame royal life. They keep us locked in that fortress."

"Mm. And here I thought wolves needed freedom to grow."

She pulled back and smiled at us both. "Come inside. You two can get cleaned up. I’ve made your favourite meal."

I blinked, clearly surprised. "You remembered?"

"I never forget," she said with a wink.

Our mother nodded to her. "Take them in, Luna Star. I’ll speak with Alpha Storm alone."

Something in her voice shifted, and Luna Star noticed. Her smile softened, but she obeyed, turning to lead us toward the house.

As we passed the open patio, I glanced back.

Mother and Alpha Storm had already settled into their seats as a maid walked in holding a set of teacups and a jug of jasmine tea.

I didn’t mean to linger. I really didn’t.

But something in their tone caught my ears as we crossed into the hallway.

So I paused. Just for a second. Just until I could hear better.

"It’s been a while, Alpha."

"Likewise, Aurora."

"You miss him."

There was a long pause before Alpa Storm replied. "Always."

"I’m sorry your son, Snow... died too young," she said softly. "He was so much like his father. Brave. Stubborn. Loyal to the end."

Alpha Storm exhaled through his nose, but his gaze was distant. "He fought hard for the peace of the kingdom. That alone is good enough for me. He protected those he loved."

The pause that followed was long and heavy.

"You still believe in the prophecy?" my mother asked.

I frowned. What prophecy?

Alpha Storm’s voice came next, low and sure. "You saw it too, Aurora. The child born of blood and ash... under the Blood Moon Wolf. A girl who would either unite or destroy everything we know."

Blood Moon Wolf?

My mother’s voice dropped. "I had a dream of her recently, and since then, every time I close my eyes, I see silver and violet."

My blood turned cold.

Silver and violet.

My mind immediately tried to figure out what they meant but couldn’t.

"What do you mean, Aurora?"

"I should be asking you, Alpha Storm. Tell me... Is she alive, then?"

"And what kind of question is that? You mourned them. You saw their dead bodies." Alpha Storm reminded her. "What sickening game is this?"

"I don’t know," my mother replied. "It could be a rebirth... or she could be living now without knowing what she is. But one thing I know is the Moon Goddess do not lie, and that prophecy will occur. All I do know is, reincarnation, rebirth or not, we need to find out if your granddaughter, Valerie Violet Sapphire Snow, miraculously is still alive."