Chapter 87 

ARIA 

I sighed and shifted to find a more comfortable position. This old journal was really getting on my nerves. The past recorded in these ancient notes was absolutely terrible, Could the werewolf world have ever been so cruel? Unbelievable. I took a deep breath and kept reading. 

The journal said that about one hundred and fifty years ago, the werewolf king was killed. Despite his guardians‘ desperate efforts to protect him, they failed. Shortly after, the queen–the king’s mother–was also murdered, and the killer was never identified. For the next hundred years, the former king ruled the werewolf world with an iron fist, making that period bloody and brutal. 

“Damn, this is our history?” I muttered, my fingers gently brushing over the yellowed pages. 

When the new king took the throne, werewolves hoped he would be more merciful than his parents. 

Though he wasn’t as tyrannical as his predecessors, he still disappointed everyone. He established many unjust laws–forcing true mates to separate, allowing wealthy Primal Wolves to take others‘ 

mates, and even permitting Primal Wolves to simultaneously possess two women, one being their 

mate and the other forcibly taken. More tragically, they could divorce at will when bored and send 

the women back to their families. 

My heart clenched. “This is ridiculous!” I said out loud, forgetting I was in a library. 

Turning to the next page, I read that the king found his mate and had five children–four boys and one girl. When his daughter grew up, she found her true mate and fell deeply in love with him. But her father–the king–deemed this relationship illegal because her mate was an ordinary werewolf, 

not a Primal Wolf. He forbade his daughter from being with her mate. 

“More class discrimination,” I grew angrier as I read, “it never changes, does it!” 

The journal continued, saying the daughter defied her father, accepted her true mate, and completed the soul binding ceremony. Facing her father’s threat to kill her mate, she fled with her lover. 

I gripped the journal tightly, my fingers whitening with anger. These things shouldn’t have happened. The dark history of werewolf society made me both furious and sad. Even though I was once just a human, now that the Moon Goddess had blessed me with a wolf spirit, this history felt 

much closer to me. 

One passage particularly broke my heart. A wealthy Primal Wolf, using power and status as an excuse, forcibly took a woman who already had a true mate. The woman cried desperately, begging the Moon Goddess for help, but no one could save her. In the end, when she was forced to bind with that Primal Wolf, her true mate died of heartbreak. And she, too, soon died of grief. 

“No one should ever be treated like that,” I whispered, tears blurring my vision, “never again.” 

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I vowed that under my and Jace’s leadership, such things would never happen again. We would follow the Moon Goddess’s guidance to create a fairer werewolf society. 

Deep in thought, I completely failed to notice someone entering the library. 

“Ah!” I nearly jumped when a warm hand touched my shoulder. 

“Sorry, dear, didn’t mean to scare you,” Jace’s voice came from behind me, warm and strong. “That book must be really interesting.” 

I turned to him, my heartbeat still not completely calm. “Yeah. It’s hard to believe how werewolves used to live. They were so cruel, even to their own kind.” 

Jace smiled gently, his fingers lightly caressing my cheek. “You can tell me the details later. It’s way past lunch time, and you haven’t eaten anything.” 

Only then did I realize I was hungry, my stomach growling right on cue. Reluctantly closing the book, I stood up to leave. 

“What’s wrong?” Jace noticed my lingering gaze at the comfortable chair, my perfect reading sanctuary in the library. 

“Nothing,” I shrugged, “just that this chair is super comfortable.” 

Jace smiled, the kind of smile that showed he understood my every little thought. “I’ll have someone bring a chair like this up to our room.” 

I couldn’t help but smile. He always knew what I wanted. Despite his busy Alpha responsibilities, he never ignored my small needs. 

We walked to the hall together, where a late lunch was already prepared. After sitting down, I was still troubled by what I’d just read. 

“Those ancient werewolf laws,” I began, poking at the food on my plate with my fork, “did you know about them? The laws about forcing true mates apart?” 

Jace’s expression turned serious. “You read about those? That was the darkest period in our history.” 

“Why would anyone think that was acceptable?” I asked, my voice slightly trembling with anger. 

“Power,” Jace answered simply, “power and pride. Primal Wolves thought they were superior and could make the rules. But that era is long gone, Aria. We live in different times now.” 

“But we need to make sure it never comes back,” I said firmly, “especially now that we know you might become…” I didn’t finish, but we both understood–Jace, as a descendant of an ancient pure- blooded werewolf family, chosen by the Moon Goddess, might lead all werewolves one day. 

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He took my hand. “That will never happen, I promise. We’ll create a better future, one where every werewolf, regardless of bloodline, is treated equally.” 

Determination flickered in his eyes, reminding me why I loved him so much. No matter how much power and responsibility fell on his shoulders, he remained kind and just. 

“Besides,” he added, his voice lightening, “I have you beside me to remind me. Who dares say the Luna isn’t the most powerful person?” 

I laughed, the tension easing slightly. After lunch, Jace kissed my forehead. 

“I need to handle some matters,” he said, “see you later.” 

“Okay,” I nodded, “Aurora’s about to return from the Wolf Cub Center. We’re planning to design the nursery together.” 

My hand unconsciously moved to my slightly swollen belly, where our child was growing. Jace’s gaze 

softened, his hand covering mine. 

“Tell her not to go too crazy,” he teased, “last time she said she wanted rainbow walls.” 

“She’s just excited about being a big sister,” I smiled, defending Aurora, “and I think rainbow walls 

would be cool.” 

Jace shook his head in mock horror, then kissed me one last time before leaving. 

Sitting alone at the table, my thoughts returned to the journal. It seemed this afternoon would involve more than just designing a nursery. I needed to talk to Aurora about the past, tell her why our future was so important. No matter how young she was, she should understand our history so we could avoid repeating it. 

I took a deep breath, waiting for Aurora’s arrival, my heart full of hope and vigilance for the future. No matter how dark the past was, we would ensure our children lived in the light. 

Sage, the wolf spirit within me, whispered her agreement in my heart. I could feel her strength and determination, just like my own. We will protect them, all of them. 

I touched my stomach and nodded. Yes, we would. For Aurora, for the child in my womb, for all 

werewolves.