My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: The Lycan Queen’s Visit

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Chapter 82

~Ash’s POV~

"Come," my mother called out, and for a second, I saw a twitch in her lips.

"Mum!" Ace forgot himself like the baby he was and ran towards her as she pulled him into a hug.

I walked up to them with a smile on my face that didn’t quite reach my eyes. "Hello, mother."

"Ash, my love. So good to see you." Ace pouted, and our mother caressed his cheek softly. "Come, join me. We have much to discuss."

And just like that, Valerie, the simulation, the academy—they all fell into the background.

Just like that, we headed for the front door as the guards took a step back. Ace happily rapped on the door while I glanced around, taking in the sight before me.

The Southern Region was no longer the ghost town it had once been, which was good.

After the tragedy that wiped out most of the Ivory Crescent Pack, the land worked hard to heal. They rebuilt the roads and cultivated the fields while fresh earth and blooming flowers now replaced with the scent of ash.

Even the pack house, once in ruin, now stood tall and modern, shining under the morning sun, rebuilt into a mansion.

It wasn’t just strong—it was beautiful. Wide glass windows framed by silver stone, open balconies lined with green vines, a towering gate bearing the old pack crest: a crescent moon wrapped in ivy.

This was still home, even if it no longer felt like it.

As our mother stepped forward, a soft breeze brushed through her dark hair, her gown rustling faintly.

The door was opened and a man, probably in his late forties, lowered his head before my mother.

"Queen Aurora, welcome, Your Majesty." Mother’s smile was calm as she nodded.

"Thank you, Butler Scott."

"Your Highnesses, welcome." He moved to the side to let us in. "The Alpha is in the living room and expecting you. This way."

"Sure."

We walked in after him and were led to the right through the door, where the living room was, and an older, sturdy-looking man sat.

Alpha Storm Zephyr.

His presence was still commanding, even after all these years. His hair had turned fully silver, but his shoulders remained square, his eyes piercing blue and unblinking.

I could feel his wolf’s aura even from where I stood. Winter hadn’t dulled—he’d just buried it under decades of loss.

As we approached, he stood from his chair.

"Aurora," he said.

"Alpha Storm," she replied simply, nodding with a faint smile.

His eyes flicked toward us, me first, then Ace. "You boys have grown."

"Still not as tall as you," Ace joked lightly, giving him a mock bow.

Alpha Storm’s lips tugged, barely. In the war nineteen years ago, history recorded his valiant prowess alongside that of his son and daughter-in-law.

And till now, one could still feel the powerful aura radiating off him even though it had dulled and was weakened by sadness.

Then another figure emerged from inside the house. Her hair was dark, streaked with ash, her face graceful, soft in all the ways Alpha Storm’s was sharp—Luna Star, his mate.

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