A Royal Rejection

We're going to war, whether you like it or not.

I hear my sister Carmela pounding on my door, disrupting my peaceful dreams. I roll over in bed, burying my face in the pillow, hoping that she will leave me be. However, the pounding and yelling persist, and I know that I cannot ignore her any longer. Reluctantly, I get out of my warm and cozy bed and put on my robe.

As I open the door, Carmela greets me with a devilish smile, and I playfully glare at her. "What is so important that you have to wake me up from my slumber?" I ask.

Carmela is my second eldest sister, and she's known for being a hopeless romantic, sarcastic, sweet with people, and always traveling around to attend parties. I remind her often that going to parties every night is not suitable behavior for a princess, but she just brushes it off, saying that I always have a stick up my ***. She has a small, thick body with blonde hair, very pale skin like mine, and dark brown eyes. Despite our differences, I know that I can count on her to keep me on my toes.

Carmela laughs and tells me that Father has a very important meeting with the Head Chief of the Royal Army and other political figures, and I need to be present.

I say to myself, "Just let me get ready," as I walk into my room with her following me closely. She closes the door behind her and takes a seat on my bed. "So I heard your ******* of a mate is in the castle as we speak," she says. I nod and head towards my closet, showing her a long black dress with a beautiful figure on the upper part of the dress.

"If I were you, I would have had his *** kicked out of the whole Kingdom and have his title of alpha stripped from him," she continues. "What a poor excuse of a man." I give her a questioning look, wondering if she's serious. She's always so nice to everyone except my mate. I remember when I first told her that my mate rejected her. She wanted me to burn down his whole pack and make him pay for what he did and said to me at the time. I may have agreed a little with her, but only just a little.

"You are Queen Reyna. You can do whatever you want," she says. "Now you can destroy his pack." I reply, "I'm not going to make a whole pack suffer just for something that he did. And I feel sorry for your mate if he ever makes you mad." She shrugs and says, "His whole pack deserves it," looking at her nails. "I even went to one of their pack gatherings."

Pack gatherings are basically where we, as a pack, gather and socialize with each other. From my experience, we always have a lot of fun during these gatherings. However, I heard that some packs even engage in bloody fights during these events.

I personally don't have fond memories of attending one of our pack gatherings. I only went one time. When I arrived, the whole pack mistook me for a normal she-wolf from the Royal Court. Yet again... They even pushed me into the gathering and were rude to me.

As I walk into the closet, I change into my black dress and put on my black high heels. I look at my wavy hair and fix it to make it look decent before starting to do my makeup. Suddenly, Valentina asks, "How do you manage to look so beautiful?"

I respond, "I really haven't noticed. I don't consider myself beautiful, just of standard beauty." After walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth, I go to my classic wear, where my crown is laying neatly on a red pillow next to the rest of my jewels. I debate whether or not to put on my crown, but Valentina insists, "For God's sake, just put it on!"

I shrug and Carmela puts the crown over my head. "That is a very beautiful crown," she remarks. "It's even more beautiful than our mother's." As we walk out of the closet and room, Carmela hugs me and exclaims, "I can't believe you're finally the queen!"

I smile at her as we walk through the halls, where everyone looks at me with respect. We head to the meeting corridors where all the werewolves from the Royal Court have to talk about important problems. I already have a feeling I know which issue we will be discussing.

Tensions seemed high among the attendees until I entered the room and sensed an unwelcome presence - Calen. Suddenly, everyone stopped arguing and stood up to show their respect. I made my way to the end of the table and took a seat.

"What's going on here?" I asked, as my sister sat next to me. One of the men, a head of the Royal Army, spoke up, saying that some of the werewolves present believed that they should let the vampires do whatever they want to their people.

A man named Calvin, a scientist in the kingdom tasked with finding ways to protect the werewolf population, stood up and angrily declared that this was not what he meant. He wanted to avoid war and make their people invincible. As a female member of the royalty, I didn't possess strong werewolf genes like the others, but instead had powers to control the weather with my emotions. My sister, Carmela, had the power of "controlling" fire.

I couldn't stand the idea of standing idly by as the vampires continued to kill off werewolves for sport. "We've already tried to tell them to stop," I said, standing up in my chair. "How can we just let them kill us? We can't sit by and watch them slaughter our people." The men in the room started murmuring to each other.

My mate's eyes were on me, and I couldn't help but wonder why he was even there. I looked over at my father, who had been quiet the whole time and whom I hadn't even noticed was present. "We're going to war, whether you like it or not," he declared with a dreading look in his eyes.