Seven Years later...
Sometimes I wonder how my life would've turned out if I had dug my heels in and never went to Lupine Peak. I don't doubt that I eventually could have changed my dads mind; I can be pretty stubborn at times. It's scary to think about how different my life would be – I wouldn't have met my soulmate, Alex, found loyal friends ready to sacrifice their lives for me, and definitely wouldn't be preparing to be crowned Queen, alongside my Alex, who is also now my husband. We decided on a small ceremony a year after we mated, (mostly just for show for my dad and other human family) at one of Alex's private Islands, this one located in the Maldives. It was absolutely beautiful, and a memory I will never forget. After a few days there, we went to Bora Bora for an Instagram worthy honeymoon, where our backyard was waves of royal blue, soft and gentle, just begging to be swam in. After our few weeks in paradise, we returned to Russia as a united force, ready to begin my Queenly training.
All of the blood, sweat and tears has led to today.
Our coronation.
I have spent so much time waiting for this moment it almost feels surreal. In just a couple of hours' time, I will no longer be Phoebe Kensington-Wield, but Queen Luna Phoebe the First, ruler of the Lycanthrope Throne. I am pretty nervous, but I know I'll be fine as long as I have my Alex besides me always. Who am I kidding? He is needier then I am! If we are apart for more then a couple of hours, I start to feel his anxiousness pacing through our bond, eager to get back to me.
"Ow!" I squeal as one of my maids, Arabella, brushes through my hair a little too harshly.
"I'm so sorry miss!" She squeaks, looking like a timid little mouse. She is only young, and always has a nervous look on her face as if she's worried I'm going to eat her or something!
"It's ok Arabella, no worries. How long until we're done Petunia?" I ask my head maid, a very tall and sophisticated woman who has been serving the throne since she was a child.
"No more then 20 minutes your highness; we are right on schedule." Petunia explains with an efficient nod.
Arabella and Nora (two of my personal maids – I have four in total) woke me up at just 4:30 this morning, as apparently I had to have the equivalent of a full spa treatment to get ready for my coronation at eleven. It is happening in an ancient church Alex's great granddad had erected for ceremonies such as this. My dress is absolutely stunning, made of the finest golden silk, with white flowers embroidered into the bottom of the gown reaching upwards, and the most luxury pearls and diamonds sewn in between. The bodice is taut around my curves with a square neckline, and the sleeves are puffed, with a dainty bow on each end, then frilled lace hangs down underneath, framing my pale arms. A heart shaped twinkling diamond sits in the middle of my chest, demanding attention. Swirls of white lace wisp out from the lavish diamond, moon shaped pearls interwoven in the design, simply screaming money. As the gown floats out femininely from my waist, it collects into a long train dragging from the back of my feet, making me feel like the Queen I am. An aureate cloak drips from my shoulders into an impressive train, lined with the softest snow fur. It is certainly the most breath-taking, expensive gown I have ever had to honour to wear. My hair is in a low messy bun, with a few strands framing my face, and my makeup has been done natural yet glowy, for an ethereal look.
"Your majesty, you are ready." Taking a deep breath to relax myself, I dismiss my ladies and stroll with Petunia to my husband, ready to be coronated.
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Alex looks so handsome in his finery; he is making it hard to concentrate. But now really isn't the time to lose focus, as Alex and I are seated before the members of the counsel and the most important lycanthrope beings in the world, about to be officially coronated as King and Queen. In my hands are the Spector and orb, cold and heavy in my hands, the weight of my responsibilities encased in them. Alex has already taken his oath, and now it is my turn. As accustomed to werewolf law, if the previous ruler is abdicating the throne, he delivers the coronation oath and blesses the new rulers.
"Princess Phoebe Selena Aisha Kensington-Wield, is your highness willing to accept the oath?" Alex's father Herrick asks me.
"I am willing." I announce firmly to the congregation.
"Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern all the registered Werewolf and Lycan packs including their members, and the other Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?"
"I solemnly promise to do so."
"Will you to your power cause Law, Justice, Fairness and Love, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgements?" Herrick asks me.
"I will." I nod in confirmation.
"Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of our Goddess of the Moon, and trust in your council for direction, as well as give your life for the crown?"
"I will."
"You are now anointed, blessed and consecrated as Queen Luna."
Herrick then shuffles around to the side to retrieve my crown, ready to seal the deal. It is the most ornate tiara known to the world; the Mother Crown. At an estimated cost closer to the billions then millions, it is truly the most spectacular piece of jewellery I have ever laid my eyes upon. It is made of 24-carat gold, and bedazzled with over one hundred pure crystal diamonds reaching around my head in a halo. Eighteen brilliant teardrop shaped red rubies accompany the spectacular diamonds as the statement of the crown, and then another diamond blinks on top of the rubies.
As Herrick places it upon my head, loud cheers and applause ring out through the church, and a flash of bright light bursts into the walkway just across from me. Highly trained, lethal guards immediately jump into action, but I soon call them to halt as I realise it is just my mother. The whole theatre gasps as her form materialises, making her look like a brilliant pure angel, floating above the assembly. Everyone in the room drops to their knees in respect.
"Rise my beloved children, today is one of the most special days in all history of time. My daughter, Luna Phoebe, is now crowned as your Queen. Respect her and follow her joyous rule, and you shall all be blessed forever." My mother announces, turning to wink at me, before she explodes into the air, her form turning into diamonds raining down on the ecstatic assembly.
Alex and I then rise together, hand in hand, a united force, in front of our subjects.
"I love you so much Phoebe. I can't believe that we've done it... Nothing could make this day any better." Alex sighs with his arms tightly around me.
I chuckle in response, smiling and waving to our people as we stroll out of the church, and into the awaiting Bentley, escorted by police and royal guards back to the palace for the after coronation celebrations. I wait until the soundproof doors shut, before reaching up to Alex and pulling him down to my lips, the kiss quickly becoming heated, as always. Our flame is eternal; the desire we have for one another will never dull or burn out.
"Alex... I need... to... tell... you... something." I murmur into his lips between our sensual kisses.
"What is it my love?" He asks as he pulls back, panting for air. An aroused flush decorates his cheeks, making me wild for him and turning me into putty in his hands.
"Well... I may or may not..." I begin, feeling suspense crawl into the air.
"What? What is it? What's wrong?" Alex fires out, worried.
"Be pregnant..." I whisper into his ear, suddenly feeing nervous as he freezes.
"P-pregnant? You're pregnant?" He asks aghast.
"Y-yes... But that's good right? Not too soon?" I inquire, sounding pitchy.
"Good? Oh my goddess Phoebe! This is the best thing I've ever heard!" Alex yells excited, causing me to relax. "I can't believe it... you're pregnant? With my baby?" He chuckles again, one large hand firmly cupping my still flat stomach.
"No, I'm pregnant with Vincent's." I roll my eyes.
Alex growls furiously, pulling me into him, causing my blood to heat in a way only he can.
"You and I both know you would never let anyone touch you apart from me. Only I can push you so far you scream until you feel like your lungs might burst. Only I can get you so hot that you spread out for me like a golden platter." Alex whispers tauntingly in my ear.
"Oh Alex, you're going to be a wonderful dad... but you need to watch your mouth around the baby." I chuckle, putting him at ease. "And I would be more then happy if you would like to prove that later on..." I wink at him cheekily.
"And you're going to be the most amazing, beautiful, sexy mama in the world. And if you think I'm going to let you off easy for your teasing, you'd be wrong." Alex chuckles back, pulling me into his arms with one wrapped around my stomach protectively.
This is us. We fight, we love, we taunt, and we compliment each other. Alex is my destiny, and we were so lucky to have found and kept each other, against all the odds.
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