62: 62 An Incomplete Werewolf

62 An Incomplete Werewolf

Delia's POV 2

I thought I would be afraid to see my father again, but when he actually appeared in front of me, I only felt an overwhelming sense of unfamiliarity.

"Delia."

He stood there, his features still familiar, but his expression so distant. The gaze that was always filled with disgust and indifference in my memories now became incredibly complex.

Why was he contemplating? Was it because he witnessed the girl he once felt disappointed with now becoming a member of the royal Lycan family? Or did he think I shouldn't stand in the werewolf temple?

Having successfully passed the Queen's test and received the blessing of the moon goddess, I thought I could face any question without fear. However, in the presence of my father, my calm demeanor was disturbed.

"Perhaps you should address her as Your Majesty. After all, she is our Luna."

A deep voice sounded, and it was filled with authoritative pressure. At that instant, when I heard those words, my wolf howled joyfully in my mind.

Kral!

Even though we were separated for only a while, I still couldn't help but feel excited by his presence.

Kral wore a cold and stern expression. He appeared before everyone, wearing dark black attire with a golden lily brooch, and his concise words left my father speechless.

"Your highness?" My father hurriedly bowed to Kral, and he appeared somewhat flustered. His amber eyes, inherited from our ancestors, widened in astonishment, as if he had no idea that I would become Kral's mate when he saw me being taken away by Kral from the banquet.

"Yes, she will be my Queen," Kral replied.

His cold and stern face momentarily softened upon seeing me. His lips curved, and he walked towards me amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

His jet-black hair was neatly combed back, revealing his handsome and proud features. His golden eyes scanned the entire hall, just like a wolf king patrolling his territory. At the moment he appeared, my gaze was completely captivated, and the murky memories of the Red Moon Pack became dim.

Even across the hall, I could still catch a whiff of his rich scent, different from the scent I initially smelled. His scent melded with a familiar floral fragrance that came from within me. The once oppressing aroma now felt fragrant and elegant.

"My mate."

I murmured quietly, and suddenly, my mood bloomed like a garden of flowers, accompanied by a warm sensation on my marked nape. In the midst of the crowd, I couldn't contain my joy at the unique connection between him and me.

"What?! How can there be two princes?"

"What's going on?!"

"Prince Kral! Who is the true prince?"

The elders whispered and discussed among themselves. There was no need to distinguish, as Kral's temperament stood out more than Vivian's disguise.

After Kral's appearance, everyone's gaze immediately shifted to Vivian, who was disguised as Kral. The sky was already getting brighter, and the magic was about to reach its expiration time. Vivian stamped her foot, drank a bottle of blue potion, and with her hands on her hips, she transformed under their piercing gazes.

"I'm not a werewolf! I am Delia's friend, a great witch!"

"You non-wolf creature, dare to trespass into our temple! You should go to hell!"

A burly elder exclaimed angrily, instantly drawing a sword from a warrior behind him. The gleaming blade pointed directly at Vivian.

"Elder August, please calm down. There will be an explanation for this matter later," I calmly said. At that moment, Alen immediately rushed to shield Vivian, letting the sword point at his own chest without any hesitation.

Elder August's eyes were fixed on Vivian, who was protected by Alen, and Vivian made a face behind him, causing the old man to turn a red face in anger.

Watching Vivian's fearless action, I couldn't help but laugh. Kral had already informed me of his plan when we left the cabin. In order to enter Wolf Valley, he had Vivian use her witchcraft to disguise herself as him. However, the appearance of my father was something Kral probably hadn't anticipated.

My heart tightened uncontrollably. Why, why did my father appear here?

From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed the elders whispering among themselves. Remembering what Kral had told me about the Round Table Conference, I realized that they were using my father as the strongest evidence, after Bernice's death, to prove that I couldn't shift into a wolf.

I lowered my gaze, a bitterness enveloping my heart. The fact that my father appeared here was to announce that I shouldn't become the queen.

"There's enough!" A deep, angry roar swept through the entire hall, silencing the previously bustling crowd. Kral's expression turned extremely grim as he made a gesture, and the warriors who had been paying him respects obediently moved two seats into the hall.

He took my hand and calmly guided me to let me sit down in front of everyone's gaze. Then, he sat down beside me, his chilling eyes scanning the hall, and spoke coldly, "Now that everyone is here and we are already in the temple, let's have our second round table conference. Any objections, elders?"

"........"

The atmosphere fell into a stillness, and the elders silently observed the expressions of elder William and elder August. William remained silent, while August finally realized his own indiscretion. He shot a resentful glare at Vivian and Alen, but ultimately, under Kral's dark and stern face, he lowered his sword.

"Very well," Kral said impatiently, lifting his eyelids.

As Kral's right-hand man, Alen immediately understood his meaning. He stepped back and directed the warriors to rearrange the seating order. The elders took their places on either side of us, with Vivian standing behind me, and Kral invited my father to the center.

"I sat here, while my proud father, the alpha of the Red Moon pack, was subjected to scrutiny like... a criminal.

"Can someone explain who sent the invitation to this alpha from the Red Moon pack?" Kral crossed his legs, his garments draping his strong and muscular limbs, as he peered down at the man I had once regarded as my father.

"Your Highness Kral, you once mentioned that the investigations were insufficient to determine whether Delia possesses the ability to shift into a wolf. Hence, so we called Delia's father, and he would serve as the most compelling witness."

"Is that correct?"

"I..." My father nervously swallowed, as if swallowing a nail.

The muscles around his mouth twitched, and at last, he spoke his first complete sentence since entering the temple, "Respected elders, my daughter, Delia, has indeed been unable to shift into a wolf since childhood. She is an incomplete werewolf."

He clenched his fists, as if taking an adventure in front of everyone. His face wore an unpleasant expression as he continued, "I believe that my daughter is unsuitable to be the queen."

A heavy silence descended upon the room.

"Do you know what you're saying?" Kral's voice turned frigid, capable of freezing the air. His radiant eyes resembled a bottomless abyss, emanating a dangerous aura. I sensed that Kral was suppressing something. His muscles tensed as if engaged in an unknown battle.

My father trembled under Kral's overwhelming pressure. The anger in Kral's words shocked him, but it didn't make him stop humiliating me.

I looked up and saw Vivian's angry eyes, Alen's concerned expression, the meaningful glances exchanged between the elders, and the smile on elder William's face.

As for my father, he never once looked at me during his speech. His eyes, which affirmed our bloodline, trembled as they gazed at the reflection of the moon goddess' sculpture on the floor.

No surprises there. My father's words felt like a blade aimed directly at me. Is there anything more painful than having your family point out your flaws to your face? Perhaps he didn't think of himself as my father long ago.

Finally, the elder William stood up. His once gentle golden eyes darkened as he locked his gaze onto me. He changed his kind demeanor and asked, "Do you think your father is right, Delia?"

"Of course," I met his gaze directly, smiled at his face, and calmly said, "How about we make a bet, elder William?"

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