Chapter 404: Queen Lyra

Queen Lyra looked across the battlefield at her cheering people before turning toward Vikram.

"You arrived just in time."

Vikram smiled faintly.

"It was a joint victory. If your pack hadn’t held out this long, we wouldn’t have been able to break the siege."

Lyra walked toward him until only a single step separated them.

"So... I owe you my pack’s gratitude."

Vikram looked into her eyes. Without another word, he gently leaned forward and kissed her.

Lyra was caught off guard for a brief moment. Then, instead of pulling away, she closed her eyes and accepted it.

When they finally separated, neither of them spoke. The surrounding warriors looked at one another before smiles gradually spread across their faces. Among the werewolf packs, such an action carried a meaning far deeper than simple affection.

It was a declaration of acceptance, a male claiming his mate, and the female willingly agreeing.

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That evening, both packs celebrated their victory with roaring bonfires and grand feasts.

Without hesitation, Vikram picked Lyra up in his arms and carried her inside the main hall that had been prepared for them. Before the celebration had even begun, she had quietly instructed her maids to ready the room, knowing exactly what Vikram intended.

On her orders, the chamber had already been transformed into a proper wedding night setup — soft furs, fragrant herbs, and dim golden lantern light casting a warm glow over everything.

He laid her down gently on the large bed and began undressing her. In a few seconds, Lyra was completely nude before him.

She was breathtaking. Her body was athletic yet undeniably feminine, toned from years of battle, with full, firm breasts, a narrow waist, and strong, shapely hips. In human form, her smooth, slightly tanned skin glowed under the lantern light. Her long dark hair spilled across the furs like midnight silk.

Vikram started kissing her slowly, forehead, cheeks, lips, then down to her neck. His hands explored her body as he moved lower, licking and sucking on her breasts. At the same time, he guided her hands inside his pants.

Lyra’s fingers wrapped around his thick, hard cock and began stroking it. Her breathing grew heavier as he continued licking and gently biting her sensitive peaks.

Then he pulled back slightly and ordered in a low voice, "Undress me."

Lyra obeyed without hesitation. In werewolf custom, fulfilling every demand of one’s mate was a sacred rule. She removed his clothes until he was fully nude, his powerful body towering over her.

"Suck it," he commanded softly.

Lyra leaned forward obediently, taking him into her warm mouth. She worked him with care and growing confidence, her tongue swirling around his length.

After a while, Vikram gently pulled her up and positioned himself at her virgin entrance.

With one firm thrust, he entered her.

At the same time, he began transforming into his silver werewolf form.

Lyra gasped sharply. The sudden stretch was intense. His cock grew significantly larger inside her as he transformed, tearing through her virginity. She felt herself being stretched to her limits, her body struggling to adjust to his massive werewolf size.

Pain and overwhelming fullness mixed together. She didn’t understand what to do, but since he was her husband, she didn’t stop him. She bit her lip and endured.

Vikram noticed her pain. He leaned down and whispered, "Transform."

Lyra immediately understood. She shifted into her beautiful black-furred werewolf form. The change allowed her body to better accommodate him, the pain easing into deep, intense pleasure.

Vikram then began fucking her with powerful, rhythmic thrusts. He took her completely, claiming her mouth, her breasts, and later turning her over to take her ass as well. He bit down on her neck, marking her as his own with a deep mating bite.

Lyra moaned loudly, her body surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure and dominance of her new mate.

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By the end of the night, Vikram and Lyra had formally accepted one another according to the customs of the werewolf clans. Their union was recognized and celebrated by both the Mist Pack and the Shadow Fang Pack.

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The following morning, Queen Lyra gathered every elder and warrior of the Shadow Fang Pack.

Standing before her people with unwavering dignity, she spoke in a clear, resonant voice.

"From this day onward, Vikram is not merely the savior of the Shadow Fang Pack. He is my mate. He is also the King of the Shadow Fang Pack."

Not a single warrior objected.

Every one of them had witnessed Vikram leading the Mist Pack army across the battlefield and saving their homeland when all hope had seemed lost.

One after another, the warriors lowered their heads in acknowledgment.

"Hail the King!"

"Hail the King!"

"Hail the King!"

Standing beside Lyra, Vikram looked over the gathered werewolves. Without seeking it, he had gained the loyalty of another pack.

And this was only the first step toward uniting the Southern Argenti Packs.

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From that day onward, Vikram no longer remained confined within the Mist Pack.

Instead, he led a combined army of the Mist Pack and the Shadow Fang Pack across the Southern Forest.

Wherever zombie hordes appeared, Vikram appeared.

One territory after another was liberated.

One pack after another was rescued.

As his victories accumulated, his reputation spread rapidly throughout the Southern Argenti Forest. Soon, every werewolf pack had heard the same title:

The Zombie Slayer.

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Many packs, after hearing of Vikram’s achievements, chose to form an alliance willingly.

Others, however, insisted that only strength determined leadership.

Whenever that happened, Vikram accepted their challenge according to ancient werewolf tradition.

One by one, he defeated their strongest warriors. None of the defeated kings could question his strength.

According to the customs of the Southern Argenti werewolves, when a ruling king acknowledged a successor through tradition and alliance, the bond between the two packs was sealed by marriage with the king’s daughter.

Likewise, when a pack was ruled by a queen who chose to unite her territory with Vikram’s, their marriage formally united the two packs under a single banner.

Vikram did not hesitate to accept these unions. He rarely waited long to complete the ceremonies. On the same day the alliance was formed, he would publicly claim the king’s daughter in front of her father and carry her into the prepared chambers.

The next morning, when the princess’s mother entered to check on her daughter, she would find her in a thoroughly marked and exhausted state, clear proof that the marriage ritual had been completed.

Each alliance strengthened the growing coalition.

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Months passed.

Two packs became four.

Four became seven.

Then ten.

The influence of the Southern Alliance expanded with every passing season. Even the zombie territories began shrinking under the relentless campaigns.

Vikram’s name had become a beacon of hope for werewolves across the Southern Argenti Continent.

And with each victory, he moved closer to his ultimate goal, becoming the true King of the Southern Argenti Packs.

—

Back at the Mist Pack, the elders could only watch in amazement.

Even the Mist King hadn’t expected Vikram’s influence to spread so quickly.

He wasn’t conquering through fear alone. He protected every pack he reached. He shared supplies. He stationed warriors to defend weakened territories. He trained younger werewolves to fight the zombies.

Because of that, more and more packs chose to stand beside him willingly.

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However... Vikram wasn’t the only one pursuing the throne of the Southern Argenti Forest.

Far to the west, another powerful figure was building their own influence. Unlike Vikram, this one relied on absolute dominance. Packs that refused submission were forced into obedience. Those that resisted were crushed without mercy.

Their victories were equally impressive, and their ambition was no secret.

"I will become the sole ruler of the Southern Argenti Forest."

Their followers howled in agreement.

As the months passed, the two expanding territories moved steadily toward one another.

Sooner or later... There would be only one ruler of the Southern Argenti Packs.

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After months of continuous campaigns, Vikram finally returned to the Mist Pack.

His army stretched far beyond the forest trail. Warriors from different packs marched beneath a single banner. Some wore the emblem of the Mist Pack. Others belonged to the Shadow Fang Pack. Several more came from the newly allied territories.

What had once been a single pack had gradually become a powerful alliance. Nearly one-third of the Southern Argenti Forest now recognized Vikram’s authority.

As he entered the village, the warriors respectfully greeted him before he headed straight toward the council hall.

Pushing open the heavy wooden doors, Vikram immediately noticed a familiar figure.

The Sand King.

He was calmly seated beside the Mist King, drinking tea as though he were an old friend rather than the ruler of a neighboring pack.

Seated beside him were his two daughters, Evelyn and Liora. After spending time with Vikram in his camp, they had changed so much. Upon seeing him after so long, they wanted to jump from their chairs and run into his embrace, but they controlled themselves, mindful of the current situation.

Vikram greeted the elders and exchanged a few words with everyone before quietly walking over to the Mist King.

Leaning closer so only his grandfather could hear him, he asked in a low voice,

"Grandfather... I’ve wanted to ask you something ever since I returned."

The Mist King looked at him calmly. "What is it?"

Vikram glanced toward the Sand King and his two daughters before lowering his voice even further.

"After everything that happened... after what I did back then... Why isn’t the Sand King angry with me?"

Hearing Vikram’s question, the Mist King suddenly burst into laughter.

Even the Sand King couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile.

Vikram looked at the two old kings in confusion.

"What’s so funny?"

The Mist King took a sip of his tea before answering. "You’ve been worrying about this all this time?"

Vikram nodded. "I thought the Sand King should hate me."

The Mist King chuckled.

"Hate you?"

He glanced at the Sand King.

"We’ve been friends for longer than you’ve been alive. We grew up together, trained together, fought together, and eventually became kings of our respective packs."

He continued, "Back then, we made a promise. If possible, our families would become one. The first plan was simple. If the Sand King had a son, I would marry one of my daughters to him."

"But fate had other plans. My eldest daughter was born first. The Sand King, however, had no children. When the time came for your father to marry my eldest daughter, I couldn’t keep waiting. I wasn’t about to let my daughter grow older simply because my old friend still had no children."

The Sand King laughed.

"I told him to stop worrying about me and let the wedding proceed. So your father married your mother."

The Mist King nodded.

"Not long afterward, the Sand King finally had his first child. I thought our promise might still come true. So I told him that if the child was a boy, I would marry my younger daughter to him."

He sighed helplessly.

"But once again, fate played a joke on us. It was a girl."

"The two of us laughed and decided to forget about the promise."

The Sand King smiled.

"We thought destiny simply didn’t want our families to unite."

The Mist King looked at Vikram.

"Then you were born. The moment I saw you, I made another decision. I told the Sand King that when the time came, you would marry his first daughter."

The Sand King nodded.

"I agreed. And when his second daughter was born, we decided she too would be promised to you."

"So when they came to the Mist Pack that day... they hadn’t come as ordinary guests. They had come because it was finally time to fulfill the promise we had made many years ago."

Vikram’s eyes widened.

"But then..."

Mist King’s expression became both helpless and amused.