hes, the finest fabrics, gold, and luxurious furs ,arrived in front of the snow pack house These carriages were sent by the ki

e southern wing of the palace, the area where the concubines resided. It was unfairly divided into two parts. One where all the concubines resided, and one that was prepared from the day this palace was constructed 20 years ago for the King's mate, their Luna, their Queen. It had taken a week and a half to reach the palace. The capital was filled with the hustle and bustle of people. Unlike her village, there were humans here. Nova watched the streets from behind the curtains of her carriage. It was evening when they finally reached the capital, and the streets were brightly lit up with colorful lanterns.Everything looked lively. The closer they got to the palace, the grander and busier everything became. Nova closed the curtains when she saw the palace approach. The realization that she'll be facing the King today after years made her stomach squeeze with nervousness. Will he receive him today? Or will he avoid her again? River doesn't remember his face; the last time they met, it had all been a blur for her. She hadn't dared look at his face back then, but she looks forward to it now. She remembers feeling admiration and thinking that the King was handsome, but nothing more than that. Gradually, the carriage came to a halt in front of the palace, and the door to their carriage opened. The Shaman stepped out first to help her step out of the carriage. The carriage had stopped in front of the stairs at the entrance to the palace. When the Omega walked out, just like the villagers, all they saw was "the silhouette of the Omega's body and a glimpse of his long and beautiful white hair." Her floral yet musky scent trailed behind her as she walked out. Her scent was pleasant to the senses yet left the brain to decipher a mystery behind it. They could tell her scent was already mixed with their King's because of the woody notes in it. Everyone was looking at her, but she was searching for her mate, her one and only king. Nova still couldn't believe she was here; her feet felt jittery, and her heartbeat wasn't as steady as before. She took steps ahead, and the procession followed his pace. Her eyes, longing, followed her up the stairs to find her King. And there she stood the progenitor of werewolves, the ruler of the Obsidian Valley Kingdoms her mate. He stood there, with