The Treasured White Wolf Princess Ariya Story

ELIANA

[Everything's arranged, young lady. The Royal Pack is waiting for you. Please finish your business with the RedFang Pack as soon as possible.] Mrs. Lana spoke, sweet and calm. 

[Tell father, I'll be there soon. I just need to take care of the trash I've been cherishing for twenty years.]

Somerland was a place owned by nine packs, each with a strong Alpha. But they all bowed to the authority of the Lycan King, Benjamin Caster. He had his own pack, the royal pack, but he ruled the entire Somerland, including the other packs. He was my birth father.

[I'm sending you the royal guards. They'll escort you back safely.]

[Thank you, Mrs. Lana]

As the call ended, I looked at myself in the mirror, a long, blue dress clung to my body.

It was a miracle I was still alive. Ten days ago, I had been standing at death's doorstep. 

The man I had loved for ten years, the man I had been engaged to, humiliated me on a date I had planned for him. Then, without a trace of concern, he threw me out of his car in the middle of a storm, leaving me alone on a deserted road. 

Vulnerable in the heavy rain, I was attacked by a group of rogues. became a target.

I barely survived. 

Knock, Knock.

A maid entered. “Miss. Eliana. Everyone is waiting for you downstairs.” 

“Let's go. The show is about to begin.” A tight smile glinted on my lips.

The large doors opened as I entered the grand hall that was celebrating the auspicious Blue Moon Ceremony. 

“Eliana, you're right on time,” Elder Daniel said, pointing his palm towards the place next to Jaxon King. He was dressed in a white suit, brown hair and amber eyes. The man I had foolishly loved for years. My chosen mate. The heir to the SilverClaw Pack.

Whispers stirred around me.

“Her wolf is a brown mutt. I can't believe Jaxon is sealing the bond with her.”

“Jaxon deserves better.”

“She's a disgrace to the Aylestone family. Everyone in the RedFang Pack has a powerful wolf, especially the Alpha family. Being the Alpha's daughter, she is a stain.”

“If not for the engagement arranged by the elders between the packs for stability, Jaxon would've never married someone like her.”

“True. She's obsessed with Jaxon. A brown mutt like her should know her real place.”

Every voice mocked me. 

Fools. My wolf was no brown mutt. When I was struggling against those rogues, my wolf, a brown mutt, temporarily transformed into a white wolf, and killed each of them alone. She was giant, powerful, and rare. 

I couldn't believe myself. But she disappeared, not fully awakened yet.

I heard that some rare wolves will conceal themselves for safety.

“We shall start the ceremony now,” Elder Daniel announced in his heavy voice. Inhaling a soft breath, I held my chin high and slowly closed the space between Jaxon and I.

Ceremony? I was here to remove every hazard from my life.

"The Blue Moon shines down upon us," proclaimed the senior-most Elder, his voice reverberating off the empty chamber. "Advance yourselves, Jaxon of SilverClaw, and Eliana of RedFang, for the blessing of your union.

Just then, Marcus arrived. My so-called father.

He looked like he was ready to kill someone, twisted in anger. Next to him was a slight figure, shivering in a coat. Chloe. 

“Stop this ceremony!” He roared.

“She isn't my real daughter!” His words hit the crowd like a storm.

After Jaxon left me for dead, I decided to end our engagement. That very night, after returning home in blood, I went to my father's study to discuss it, but before I could enter, I overheard him speaking on the phone.

What I heard shattered my world.

I wasn't his biological daughter. I had been switched at birth. He planned to reveal the truth during the Blue Moon Ceremony, bring his true bloodline home, and cast me out as if I had never belonged there at all.

For years, I suffered in this family, mocked by everyone for having a brown mutt. 

Rather than wait to be cast aside, I chose to cut ties on my own terms. I hired a detective and assigned him the job to investigate the birth switch case from twenty years ago. Thanks to his information, I found my roots.

Two days ago, we ran a blood lineage test, and it proved that I was the Lycan King's daughter. The royal, Lycan blood. A rare, white wolf was the symbol of Lycan's identity.

“She's my true mate,” Jaxon whispered, his amber eyes softened. He stared at Chloe, taking a step closer, and left my side.