~The Werewolf Realm~
White Moon Pack.
"Brother, I don't want to marry the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack," Penelope said, her voice trembling. "I can't be with someone I don't love. And besides… he's not my mate. I already have a mate. I love him."
Alpha Draven froze, shock flashing across his face.
"You have a mate? Who is he? Is he an Alpha? A beta? A warrior? At least tell me he holds a rank in his pack!"
Penelope's lips quivered. She lowered her head as tears filled her eyes.
"He's none of those… he's a rogue."
"What?" Draven's voice boomed. "A rogue? How can your mate be a rogue? If he belonged to a pack, maybe—maybe—I would accept him. But a rogue? Absolutely not. I cannot allow my sister, the princess of the White Moon Pack, to mate with someone like that. It's dangerous for you and terrible for the pack."
Penelope's tears spilled down her cheeks.
"So you want me to marry a stranger? To throw my mate bond away just for an alliance?"
"No, Penelope, listen." His tone softened, but his expression stayed hard. "I'm doing this because I want you to be happy. I want—"
Penelope cut him off, her voice filled with pain and anger.
"If you wanted me to be happy, you would let me be with the one my heart chose—regardless of his status."
She turned and walked away, but her hands were shaking. She wasn't just sad—she was breaking. And she knew her brother would never change. Alpha or not, Draven only cared about power and reputation.
Penelope made her decision.
I'm leaving this pack. I'd rather be a rogue with him than a prisoner in my brother's palace.
Under the cover of night, she ran. She left behind the luxury, the safety, and the title of "princess of the White Moon Pack." She chose her mate. She chose freedom.
And just like that, the engagement between the two packs ended before it even began.
But Penelope wasn't careless. Before escaping, she told her most trusted maid to spread rumors:
"Tell everyone the truth—that I became a rogue because my mate is one. Let them know this is my choice, and no one forced me."
If the pack looked down on her, so be it. If her brother raged, let him.
A mate bond was stronger than any alliance, stronger than any title.
And Penelope would rather die as a rogue… than live as a queen with a stranger.
~Red Moon Pack~
News travels fast. It didn't take long before the report reached Alpha Levi.
To him, it was good news—welcome, even—but also the least of his current problems.
A lot had been discovered in the book he found in the ancient library.
> "In the beginning of the world, the four realms lived in harmony.
The Witches Realm and the Elven Realm shared a close bond, friendly and peaceful.
But between the Werewolf Realm and the Vampire Realm, there was tension—
a rivalry that only grew worse with time."
Micha frowned beside me as we both continued reading.
"The Vampire Realm? What is that?" he asked.
"How do you expect me to know?" I snapped lightly.
He tapped the page. "Look— it says Werewolf Realm, and we're werewolves. So, maybe the realms are named after the race that lives in them. That means the Vampire Realm must be a place filled with vampires."
"Hm… that should be correct. You're smart, Micha."
We continued reading.
> "In the 25th year of the reign of King Russ of the Elven Kingdom, tragedy struck.
The king had only one daughter, a princess destined to bring harmony among the realms.
But instead of harmony, she brought chaos—pain, distrust, and war."
Princess Eloise.
Known across history as the most beautiful elven princess—white hair, blue eyes, gentle, graceful, elegant.
She was engaged to the prince of the Witches Realm, a political marriage arranged to strengthen the alliance between both kingdoms. King Russ agreed to the union with Queen Selene of the Witches Realm.
But one day, Princess Eloise wandered into the Vampire Realm.
No one knew why.
Some records claim she was taken advantage of. Others say she went there willingly. Nothing was ever proven. But it was that moment that sparked the greatest war in history.
According to her testimony, the Vampire King—King Roosevelt—had attacked her.
He was rumored to be cruel, manipulative, and irresistibly drawn to elven blood. Elven blood was stronger and sweeter than human blood, giving vampires increased power. Princess Eloise said he forced himself on her and drank her blood. There were bite marks on her neck as proof.
King Roosevelt was infamous.
A ruler with a harem of five thousand concubines.
And yet, history claims he never touched any woman except his queen.
Only the queen was allowed into his chambers. His harem was nothing more than trophies—proof of his madness.
That earned him his name: The Crazy King of Badamus.
Badamus—the name of his palace.
So when Princess Eloise returned to her realm and told everyone what happened, no one questioned her.
Why ask how she even entered the palace?
Why ask how she found her way to the Vampire Realm at all?
The logic was simple:
If the Crazy King of Badamus was involved, then she must have been telling the truth.
The Elven King was furious.
The Witches Realm felt insulted—after all, she was engaged to their prince.
And the Werewolf Realm?
They didn't even need a reason.
They had already hated the vampires for centuries.
Three realms united and declared war on the Vampires.
Nobody listened to King Roosevelt.
Nobody asked questions.
Nobody searched for truth.
He was blamed and condemned immediately.
> "But as you read further, dear reader, you will learn the real truth of what happened that day.
This is only the beginning."
The book closed by itself.
Micha and I stared at each other in shock.
"Wow… that was amazing," I whispered. "History is actually interesting."
Micha nodded slowly, still processing. "It is. But I wonder what really happened… this is a lot."
I glanced at the time—and froze.
"Morning already?!"
Our eyes widened. In an instant, we jumped up and rushed out of the room.
Why?
Because we had a meeting to attend!