Chapter 150: Change The King

I am her home.

Ramose's heart melted at the thought. His mate's gentle words touched the depth of his heart.

To him, she was always his home.

But he didn't know what he meant to her. Now, upon hearing these words, he felt warm and light, as if doused with a spring of cool Flame Spirit1.

He only regretted not arranging the performance earlier.

If he knew a performance would produce a single dress, a dress that would earn him such reward, then he would've arranged for the performers to appear within the Crimson Palace long ago.

Why would he have waited until now to hear such words?

The two mates were engrossed in the blissful happiness and warmth of their mate's embrace, completely disregarding the presence of the King's Pack and their mates.

"Hey, do you think we should slip away right about now? King Ramose would probably appreciate our thoughtfulness, right?" Olsen leaned over and whispered in Hugar's ear, his eyes shining with a cunning light as he glanced at the two mates.

Hugar threw the crafty wolf a disdainful glance and sneered.

"Heh...do you take me for a fool? Don't think I don't know you're trying to slink away with your own mate. Why? Is seeing them together rising your temperature?" 

"What are you saying? Do I look like a wolf in heat to you?" Olsen bristled.

"Actually, you do." Hugar bluntly replied.

"You...!"

"Shhhh! Olsen, speaking so loudly, be careful you don't interrupt our King's good deed. Otherwise...hehehe...don't say we aren't good brotens' when he unleashes his wrath on you. After all, just to save you, we can't endanger ourselves, can we?" Julian clapped the excited wolf's shoulder and clasped his mouth.

"It's not like your mate is running away. After the banquet ends, you can unleash your pent-up heat and shower her with your affection until next warm morning."

Olsen's face turned dark and he glared at the other wolf. His dangerously dark gaze and intimidating aura immediately wiped the playful smirk off Julian's and he backed away.

The rest of the King's Pack were watching the exchange with amused expressions and expectant eyes when they saw Julian sheepishly back away in defeat. Covering their mouths, they turned their gazes away, their shoulders rocking from suppressed laughter.

However, the atmosphere on the females' side wasn't as playful and relaxed. They stood clenching their fists, their listless eyes, intermittently flickering with jealousy and resentment, fixed on the Werewolf King and Serpentine Queen.

The Wolf King's powerful declaration and subtle threat made them tremble in fear and burn with jealousy.

'Free all race under the Werewolf Clan.'

"Confront the entire Nar realm.'

'Slaughter every wolf.'

'Set the entire Underworld Palace on fire.'

The words, like a curse, reverberated in their mind without pause. The fierce glare and conviction with which the Werewolf King spoke shook their hearts and rattled their minds.

As they dazedly stood and watched the Wolf King embrace the Serpentine Queen, they couldn't help but wonder why...

Why did King Ramose feel so strongly and unconditionally for this serpentine?

Why, of all beasts, did King Ramose place her on the highest pedestal?

Why was it not them that became King Ramose's mate?

But most of all, they wondered why this serpentine...

Their gaze fell on her radiant flame hair, her snow-white, unblemished complexion, and her slender limbs. 

Her cherry lips, her nimble nose, and her pure violet eyes. Hidden nice and well under the mane of radiant flames, they supposed she had tiny and cute ears as well.

Then they looked at themselves.

The color of their skin was either red, brown, green, blue, grey, or a mixture of the rest. Their eyes, of various colors and shades, were dull with beastly strips or dots. Their ears and nose were either long, wide, croaked, sunk, or gone altogether. Their lips were either large and flat, thin and dark, or when lucky, a size that complemented their face but was dry and cracked.

Nothing needed to be said about their hair. It was nice and long but had nothing of the radiant beauty that the serpentine's did.

When put all together and not closely examined, their skin color, hair, eyes, ears, nose, and lips complemented each other, displaying a subtle beastly beauty.

But when examined individually and compared with the breathtaking serpentine, they were more like ugly creatures competing with the beauty of the realm for dominance. 

The females' faces darkened, their expressions turning ugly as they shuffled their feet, suddenly finding the hall suffocatingly small and cramped. 

Hearing the shuffling of feet, Versailles remembered there were still others in the hall. Involuntarily blushing, she pushed on Ramose's chest.

"Ramose, let go. There are still others here." 

"Yeah? What about it?"

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"What do you mean by 'what about it'? There are others here, so of course, we need to give them respect."

"If they want respect, they can leave. Who is stopping them? As for us...Light, we are mates. Whether we display our affection privately or publicly depends on our emotions and feelings, not on others' opinions or views. I can't force myself to suppress my feelings in consideration of insignificant others."

"..." Well, she should've expected that.

If Ramose could shamelessly hold her hand and embrace her in public, then why would he stop now when they were in the Underworld Palace?

She could only change tactics to tackle the situation.

"But Amose, I feel shy..."

Ramose trembled and jerked his head, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest as he stared incredulously at his mate. The melodious, soft, pouting tone and endearing nickname hit at the softest and tenderest part of his core, leaving him disorientated and tingling with adrenaline from head to toe.

"So, can we return to our seats?" She continued in the same tone.

"Hmm..." Like a hen pecking corn, Ramose dazedly nodded his head.

"Can you release me...?" A victorious smile flashed through her eyes as the wolf shakily loosened his hold and drew back a step. With his dark eyes trained on her, he rigidly shuffled back and slumped into his throne.

Sigh, all the things I do to handle this wolf...

It seems, going forward, I need to fry my brain and turn meek to subdue this King. Otherwise, I'll never get my way.

Sighing again, Versailles dispiritedly reclaimed her own throne and continued nibbling on her fruits, her eyes swirled with a cunning light as she thought of ways to tackle her wolf mate. 

West of the Underworld Palace, inside a red mansion, a group of grey-haired males' were gathered around a round table.

"You saw our Wolf King's actions and heard his words. In his eyes, the Werewolf Clan is nothing before his serpentine mate. Elders, it is time to make a decision."

"Elder Saros, what do you want us to do? Yes, our King is blinded by lust. But that's to be expected. After all, he is a young and powerful werewolf with the blood of the alphas and lykans running through his veins. I am sure he will regain his senses after sating his needs."

"And how confident are you that he will regain his senses? Don't forget. This mate of his hasn't even been in the Werewolf Clan for 7 ice nights, yet to him, she already means more to him than every wolf in the Underworld Palace combined."

The room fell in solemn silence, the elders' expressions turning heavy and grave, at the elder's words. Under the tense atmosphere, a deep voice filled with resignation and defeat resounded.

"Then what do you want from us, Elder Saros? King Ramose is the Werewolf King of the Underworld Palace, the only black wolf of the reigning bloodline. Our loyalty and service are forever bond to him and his kin. Even if he is a disappointing King, we have no choice but to grit our teeth and accept it."

"Not exactly, Elder Truim. Although King Ramose is the Werewolf King, it doesn't mean we are obligated to blindly serve him. We are the Ruling Wolf Pack and as the loyal servants of the previous Werewolf Kings, at least for our kings' sake, we need to right the wrong. Because if we don't no one else will."

"Ha! What a beautiful right the wrongs! Elder Saros, I suspect our King's reprimand has hit you the hardest. Otherwise, why would you speak so much gibberish? King Ramose is King Ramose. We are bond by tradition, honor, and oath to serve him blindly. What do you think we can do to right the wrong, when not doing our duty of serving blindly would be the greatest wrong?" Elder Helios, who had been listening silently the entire time, finally lost his temper.

He didn't want to recall the incident in the Purple-Radiance Palace. He wanted to forget that his King had even spoken such words and committed such deeds. And yet, the harebrained elders before him kept mentioning and talking about the same topic!

Pushing out of his seat, he slammed his fists on the table and roared in Elder Saros's face.

"Tell me, Elder Saros! What can we do? He is the King!"

Elder Saros swept his gaze over the dejected and despondent elders, each engrossed in their own thoughts as they listlessly stared into space, or looked at the ground. From their looks, it was evident that they viewed the meeting and the topic of conversation as nothing more than a waste of time.

Taking a deep breath, resolve flashed through his dark pupils as the elder raised his head and locked his fierce gaze on elder Truim. In the most unperturbed tone ever, he spoke words never before spoken in the Werewolf Clan.

"If he is the King, then...we change the King!"

"...!"

The wolves, as if hearing the funniest joke ever, instantly returned to their senses and, one by one turned to the elder with an amused expression.

"Haha...! Elder Saros, that's quite a joke, but it wasn't funny." Elder Helios's mocking laughter slowly died out and morphed, turning cold and dark.

"It wasn't meant to be funny."

"Oh, but why do I find it funny? Change the King, you say? Do you hear yourself? How could you even voice such a suggestion? As disappointing and disheartening as the Werewolf King might be, he is still the King, the leader of the Werewolf Clan. You are suggesting to replace. Then, do tell me, where that will get us."

The other elders watched the confrontation with flickering expressions. Elder Helios was right. No matter what the Werewolf King was like, he was still the King of the Werewolf Clan, their one and only leader.

"Being the King doesn't mean he can do as he pleases."

"Oh, as much as I hate to say it, it does. Do you know why? Because the Werewolf Clan without the Alpha King will be nothing more than another race among the various races of the Nar realm. But an Alpha King without the Werewolf Clan can still be the King of a territory. In order words, the Werewolf Clan is a clan today because of their Alpha leaders. Without them, the wolves are just that. Werewolves, but not Werewolf Clan."

Elder Saros got out of his seat and directly confronted Elder Helios's question.

"If we have another king, then the Werewolf Clan will remain the Werewolf Clan."

"There is only one black wolf in the entire Underworld Palace. No other wolves have the ability to confront an alpha. I understand you've been badly shaken by King Ramose's change, Elder Saros, but that doesn't mean you can hurl the entire pack on the path of destruction." Raising a hand to his face, the elder tiredly rubbed his temples before looking back up at the stoic elder.

"Elder Saros, no wolf can beat a black wolf. Every Beta in this room knows that. And even if, by the strangest of circumstances, a Beta happens to defeat the Alpha, then the Werewolf Clan won't last long. Because tricks can only work once, they cannot work twice. And in the Nar realm, real strength speaks the loudest. A Wolf that gets on the throne by trick, can never confront the behemoth that is the Nar realm."

Under the face of Elder Helios's firm conviction, Elder Saros's resolute expression didn't crumble. The other elders, noticing this point, looked at the latter in confusion. 

Then, under the questioning looks of the Ruling Wolf Pack, Elder Saros made a stunning declaration.

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