Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet

I sighed before facing the elders. "Who do you suggest I should take as my Luna?"

Elder Dominic stepped forward. "Alpha Allison is your best choice. She is strong and of noble blood. She comes from one of the most respected Alpha lineages in the North. She is capable... and willing."

My eyes narrowed. "She’s the same Alpha who tried to make decisions in my pack like it was hers, she tried to poison me."

"She’s powerful," Dominic said. "And her strength will help shield your rule. She has the backing of three major packs. If you take her as your mate, those packs will stand with you against the Blood Moon."

My hands tightened on the armrests.

I hated this. Allison? Of all people?

She was arrogant and entitled. And the idea of sharing my blood with hers made my stomach churn.

Beowulf snarled low in my mind. "I told you. I’ll rip her throat out."

I tried to keep my breathing steady. My claws slowly receded.

"You’re asking me to use marriage as a weapon," I said coldly even when I knew it was supposed to be a weapon, that was my plan. But after meeting Ember... I felt hope after a long time.

"You’re a ruler, not a romantic," another elder said. "What you feel doesn’t matter. What you secure does."