Tamed by the Lycan Prince

10- LUNA

CHAPTER TWO

-WILHELMINA-

The silence in the room was replaced by gasps and whispers, a sea of wide eyes staring at me in disbelief, as if I was a mirage in some barren desert. But the loudest sound was the pounding of my heart in my ears, beating like a wild drum against my ribs. His intentions were clear from the start; his warning the day before was a foreshadowing of this plan. But I wouldn't fall for his manipulative offer, especially after already turning him down once.

I pulled my hand away, crossing my arms. "Boris," I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me.

As I was once again preparing to decline Boris's advances, a voice shattered the tense silence in the room.

"Oh how wonderful!"

All eyes turned towards the entrance, silhouetted in its archway stood a woman of formidable stature— Trisha Gravemaw, Boris' mother. A woman in her late fifties, clothed in a dark green dress that hugged her tall and lean figure. Her presence was powerful, commanding respect from everyone present. Her piercing gaze swept over the room before settling on me, a spark of calculation gleaming within her mesmerizing golden eyes.

The room stilled as she advanced towards us, her tall and commanding figure radiating an aura of dominance that even outshone Boris's. Dressed in a deep green robe, adorned with intricate silver detailing and a large pendant hanging around her neck signifying her high status within the pack, she was an embodiment of elegance and power.

"Wilhelmina," she began, her voice a soft lullaby weaving itself into the thick tension that hung in the air. "My son may not be the best at expressing himself, but his intentions are genuine. Boris was not exaggerating when he said you possess strength and wisdom surpassing that of a delta. You have shown your talent and ability time and again."

She took a step closer, her gaze holding mine, eloquent and persuasive. "By making you Luna, he is not trying to belittle you or put you in a cage. On the contrary, he is providing you with a platform where you can make a real difference –where you can mold the future of this pack based on your visions and principles. This position is not just a title, Wilhelmina. It means leading alongside my son, standing at an equal footing with him."

She extended her hand, inviting me to take it, her golden eyes gleaming with sincerity and determination. "You're more than apt for this role, Mina. You've proven it repeatedly, both in and out of the battlefield. Do not be swayed by traditional ideals that limit women to inferior positions."

Her voice rang through the silent hall, clear and resolute. The murmurs from the crowd had dimmed, replaced by a palpable tension that quivered in the air like a finely tuned violin string. The crowd was transfixed, their attention riveted upon the three of us—mother, son, and the subject of their persuasion.

"Trisha," I replied, my voice echoing through the silent room. "I am aware of the weight this position carries. It's not about being swayed by traditional ideals or fearing an inferior position."

I paused, taking a moment to gather my thoughts before continuing. "It is about trust, companionship, and mutual respect. And most importantly," I looked at Boris, my stare unwavering, "I don't love Boris, nor would I like to spend the rest of my life with him."

The room gasped at my words, the tension in the air thickening with anticipation. Boris's face hardened, a veil of ice falling over his steely blue eyes. He clenched his fists at his sides, the knuckles whitening under the strain. His jaw locked, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he strived to maintain control over his boiling anger. The room held its breath as if sensing the impending storm within him.