The morning arrives and the sun peaks, showing its heavenly glow.

Marquése's eyes flutter open and stared at the beams of light that streams into the room, realizing that morning has come.

His muscled hand snakes over, reaching for the warmth of his mate.

At the feel of his fingertips her brain registers his touch and her body trembles slightly.

"Hmm" She turns in her sleep facing him.

"Good morning love."

Her eyes flutter open and the light pool of brown graces him.

"Good morning."
Her hand lightly caresses his jaw and he leans more into her. They both admired each other, not saying a single word as to never letting the precious moment end.

*knock knock*

Two knocks adorn the door before her mother comes bursting in without so much as a proper warning.

"Kiara. I need to speak with - oh! I'm so sorry."

"Mother!"

Kiara was as red as a tomato, blushing her profuse embarrassment, but Marquése just laid there unbothered.

"Please clean up and get dressed. I need to talk to you but I'll come back later."

Her mother exits the room and she shrinks back under the sheets next to him.

"Oh my Goddess that was soo mortifying. Why don't you seem more bothered by the situation?"

"Because she knows I'm your mate, where else would I be sleeping? She knew I was in here but yet she still entered; strange don't you think?"

Kiara mulled it over in her head for a moment and all that Marquése has said was starting to make sense.

"But why would she-"

"She just wanted to burst in here and interrupt us. Maybe she does want to talk to you but she shouldn't act all surprised to see me in here, after all I'm not going anywhere."

He shakes his head, raising up and getting off the bed and she watching his naked back with a small smile on her face.
He wasn't going anywhere, she liked to hear dat.

He walks around until he stood before her closet and she agrees with every word he said.

"You're right ", she got up as well sighing,
"My parents are the best manipulators."

She wraps her arms around his waist, leaning her face on the contours of his warm back and sighs.

"I wonder what my father's planning now. I can't believe that he just let me go after all he did to me in there, that he's even letting me be with you."

Marquése swallows thickly at her sad words, not knowing what exactly he dreaded more, the words that were just uttered from his mate's mouth or the fact that he had to correct them.

"Anyways I have to get ready and see what she wants. Excuse me."
She kisses his back and moves to pass him.

She was trying to squeeze her way past him when his resolve broke. He knew what he had to do and he was going to do it, even it he dreaded it more than anything else in the world right now.

"Baby wait. I-I have to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"Kiara,  your father didn't just jet you go. I made him."

"What do you mean you made him?"

"It was the only way-"

"What happened?"

"Kiara just calm down. It was the only way I could stop him. I wasn't just going to let him torture you for the rest of our lives. I had to."

She stared at him and all the pain that she had endured for the past two days came back to her and she could only find enough forgiveness in her to ask one question.

"Did you kill him?"

He stared into her eyes, not seeing the hatred that she now held for him that he was expecting to see. Instead he saw sorrow but somehow he knew she could handle whatever answer he had to give. Good or bad.

"No. I didn't kill him."

"Ok."

"Ok?"

"Yes that's all I have to say. I told him that if he did that to me that he wasn't my father and he did it anyways so that's the only thing I have to say. He should be grateful that he still has his life."

Marquése didn't know what it was but seeing her so fiery and strong clicked something in him. So instead of telling her all the gruesome details of yesterday, he instead held her chin and raised it up to him, kissing her hard on the lips.

"Thank you for not hating me."

"Marq I could never hate you."
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"Ok Mother I'm here. What do we have to talk about?"

Both Kiara and Marquése arrive at her father's study, walking into the room with pure authority. She greets her mother and some of the other high ranked people of her pack.

Her mother glances around the room at them all before she spoke,

"The people of this pack are in great unrest. They weren't aware of the challenge before it happened yesterday and they weren't expecting to have a new king. So naturally, some of them aren't so happy about it."

"A new what?!"

The shock and uttermost surprise that Kiara felt in that moment stunned her completely. It all but drowned out her mother's next words as she stared up intensely at Marquése.

"Oh my, Marquése I'm sorry I wasn't aware that you didn't tell her."

He keeps silent

"Ok, someone needs to start explaining what happened right this minute!"

Kiara shouts with authority but everyone around her stood completely still, focusing on the man that did the crime, so to speak.

"May I talk to the princess alone please?"

"Of course."
All that was given was positive answers and everyone but the two exited the room.

"What's going on? I thought you said you didn't kill him."

"I didn't, but I did take the crown from him."

"What? How is that possible?"

"I challenged him for it and he lost."

"Do I want to know what happened?"

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"It was supposed to be a fair fight, just me and him so I wasn't going to use Greyson's strength. That's was until this guy had the bright idea to join in when I was... when I was cutting of his air supply to block him out."

She didn't show any sign of disgust for him at the point of saying that so he continued talking,

"So it was two against one and that wasn't fair so I called on Greyson and I knocked the guy out. Then I- I ... dislocated your father's arm from the socket and broke it in at least three places."

Kiara gave a slight wince at his statement but no other verbal criticism.
She just nodded her head.

"It's ok, you won fair and square and he lost his position. I can't be angry with you about that, you did it to save me and I'm thankful. Plus, this is something that we can handle, we'll just gather all the pack's people and have one very large meeting."

"A much needed one."

"Yes and we'll tell them everything that has happened there."

"Everything, everything?"

"Well maybe not everything."

"Haha ok."
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Kiara gave the order for a pack meeting and the word spread like wildfire. All the people in the pack arrived within an hour and stood strong before their soon to be queen.

She took a quick glance at all of them, gaging how upset they all seemed.

Kiara turns to look back at the man of the hour,

"You ready to do this?"

He only gives a form nod as affirmation,
"Ok then, let's do this."

Kiara steps up onto the podium with a brave face, and begins to speak to her people.

"My people of Pack Vencer. I know that a lot of you may have heard the many rumors that are going around the pack. I'd personally like to put your minds at ease with the truth, and the truth is that those rumors are probably true."

Kiara sighs and many people start to whisper.

"A battle took place yesterday and with it we received a new king."

"What was wrong with the old one?!"
A man shouts from the crowd and her eyes turn to him.

"He lost." She simply put it
"In recent days Alderman has turned to a wicked man, more so than he has always been. I'm sure a lot of you has heard what he did to me and for that he should not be forgiven but enough about him. I want to talk about someone else, the man that won that battle and who is now your new king. I want you to accept him with open hearts and to give him a chance to earn your trust because even if there wasn't a battle between yesterday, he would still have become your king because he is also my mate."

The crowd ignites, their voices and unanswered questions spreading throughout the crowd like wild fire.

She reaches back with her hand, signaling for Marquése to step forward and that he did.

He walks out onto the podium, and the people stand there, some eagerly waiting to see their new king's face.

He stays quiet and the people only stare at him.

"Where is his crown?"
Someone from the crowd yells and the others join in.

"He can't expect to can't like our king and not wear the crown!"

They were shouting at them and Kiara turns to him,

"I know that today wasn't supposed to be about this, honestly I didn't think they would want you to wear it, not this soon anyways-"

"I didn't either."

"Will you? Accept the crown I mean?"

"Yes"

"Marquése I want you to understand, you'd be wearing my father's crown, you will accepting the duties of this pack and be crowned king."

"I still say yes. Honestly you should be crowned queen right by my side."

"You gained the title under unconventional circumstances so they're a lot of different things I'd have to go through to be crowned your queen and those can't happen right this minute. Besides this kingdom needs a king right now more than it needs a queen."

"Ok. I accept."

"Ok." Kiara smiles up at him before calming the crowd and telling them what they want to hear. She then orders her guards to retrieve the crown.

The guards get back in record time and since everyone was present for the meeting they had everything they needed to crown him as king.

Marquése stands still, proudly facing one of the Elder's of the pack. The old man reads the words and he recites them back, pleading himself to the land.

"Do you swear to defend your pack and people by all means necessary?"

"I do"

"Then I now name you, Marquése..."

"Blood"
The word left his lips and Kiara shivered. She didn't know he held such a name.

"I name you Marquése Blood, Alpha and King of Pack Vencer."

The crown was set on his head and it was like a new world order was written, something significant shifted in the air.

The crowd screams, shouting their happiness, seeming to be pleased with the pledge that Marquése had just taken.

They were glad to welcome a new king.

"I humbly introduce to you all Alpha King Marquése!"