Chapter 11: The Faceless Prince
Zane~
My name is Zane Anderson Moor.
Most know me as Cole Lucky, a name that commands power and respect in the human world, but in truth, I am the last heir to the Lycan throne. Among my kind, I am known as The Faceless Prince, a moniker born out of necessity. No one knows my true identity—only the king and those he trusted beyond measure. And trust, in our world, was a scarce commodity.
My story began in blood and betrayal. My father, King Anderson Moor, had once ruled with strength and fairness. He had children—many children—each a beacon of hope for our lineage. But one by one, they were snuffed out like fragile flames in the wind. Assassins, cloaked in shadows, carried out unspeakable acts. My uncle, Prince Nathan Moor, stood at the heart of it all, lusting for the throne. My father suspected him but had no proof to condemn him.
Still, my father acted, banishing Nathan from the royal family. Many whispered that the king had misused his power, casting out his own brother without evidence. Yet my father stood resolute, unwavering in his decision. He had to protect what was left of his family.
I was only ten when my world was ripped apart. Assassins came again and again, and my father realized the bitter truth: if I stayed, I would die. That night, Nora and Charlie, two of my father's most trusted confidants, spirited me away under the cover of darkness. They concealed me in the human world, far from prying eyes and the ever-present threat of Nathan's reach.
I grew up knowing the truth of my heritage, trained daily to take my place as king one day. I learned the art of combat, the intricacies of diplomacy, and the weight of responsibility. Yet, my life among humans shaped me in ways my father couldn't have foreseen.
When I was older, I discovered my father's secret hope: the reincarnation of the moon goddess's daughter. Prophecy claimed she would return in his reign, and whoever she was born to or mated with would secure their lineage as rulers for 4,000 years. My father believed this celestial heir might come to me.
But fate had other plans. My mate wasn't a celestial being. She was Emma—a simple werewolf omega from a small pack. She had no title, no grand destiny. But she was everything to me.