Chapter 22

Hoyal Attire

Olivia’s POV

I stepped out of the shower, steam curling around my wet skin as I reached for a towel dried myself slowly, letting my fingers trace the curves of my body until the last drops of water disappeared. The cool morning air pressed against my heated skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

I walked back into the room in only my underwear and quickly slipped into a robe, tying it snugly around my waist.

A knock came at the door…twice.

“Come in,” I called.

Linda stepped inside, followed by aigroup of maids carrying trays of food, neatly folded clothes, velvet boxes, and other items I didn’t immediately recognize.

I froze.

The clothes they laid out on the bed were beautiful. Elegant and stunning.

No. It was breathtaking.

One outfit caught my eyes immediately a golden dress. The fabric shimmered in the morning light, as if it held its own glow. Black embroidery traced the sleeves in intricate patterns, while silver designs ran down the gown like liquid moonlight. Ancient symbols were stitched across the front in painstaking detail, so precise it left me almost speechless.

Beads in gold, yellow, blue, and silver formed a collar around the neckline, each one perfectly placed, giving the robe a regal, commanding presence.

This wasn’t just a dress.

It was an artifact. A symbol of power, of rank. A robe fit for queens and empresses who ruled lands, commanded armies, and made others tremble.

I caught my breath.

The jewelry beside it was equally breathtaking. Necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and rings, each adorned with diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, and stones I couldn’t even name, sparkled in the sunlight streaming through the windows. The whole room seemed to glow in response.

I felt small.

“These are…?” I stammered, unable to finish the thought.

Linda smiled softly.

“My Luna, these are the attires you will take with you to the Wolf Conference,” she said.

The Wolf Conference.

I remembered her mentioning it yesterday the grand gathering held every ten years, where Alphas from all packs met. I was to accompany Alpha Kingsley as his Luna, representing the pack

In my old pack, I had overheard my father speaking of it in quiet, serious tones with my mother From the weight in their voices, I knew it was important, prestigious. They had attended once with Sophia and other high ranking members, returning with stories of grandeur and influence. But whenever I tried to ask, Sophia would scoff, mutter “country bumpkin,” and walk away as if I weren’t worth the answer.

That memory still stung.

Linda cleared her throat, bringing me back to the present.

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“If you do not like any of the outfits, my Luna, let me know. I will have something else arranged immediately,” she said.

What?

“No… no, I like them,” I said quickly. “I love them.”

I ran my fingers lightly over the golden fabric, almost afraid to touch it, as if my hands might ruin its perfection.

“But… aren’t they too much? Too expensive?” I asked.

Linda waved the other maids away, who bowed respectfully and left the room.

“These were all ordered by Alpha Kingsley,” she said, stepping closer, her expression calm but proud. “He commanded that anything you desire should be provided without hesitation.”

My heart skipped.

He had ordered all this-for me? 1

“These are just… beautiful,” I whispered. “But how many dresses do I need for the conference?”

Linda gave a faint, amused smile.

“These are only the basic attires, my Luna. The Alpha said that if you need more, it will be arranged.”

Basic?

I swallowed, feeling a lump rise in my throat. No one had ever done anything like this for me, not my family, not my pack. I nodded slowly, struggling to hold back the tears.

“Thank you,” I murmured, even though I knew she was only delivering his instructions.

“You may have your breakfast while I begin packing what you will take,” she said, moving toward the large suitcase at the foot of the bed. “You leave by noon.”

“So soon?” I asked, surprised. The event was supposed to be held in three days as I was told.

“The conference is at the Ancient Grounds. It will take two days by carriage,” she replied, carefully folding each garment and placing it inside the silk-lined suitcase.

Two days. Alone with Alpha Kingsley.

My stomach betrayed me with a loud growl just then, the aroma of food filling the room freshly baked bread, roasted meat, fruit, and warm herbal tea. Linda chuckled softly as she continued packing.

I moved to the table and began eating, though my thoughts drifted far from the food in front of me.

The Wolf Conference.

I wanted to go, curious, even excited, but a part of me trembled. Powertul Alphas, ancient tamilies, women raised to rule beside kings, they would all be there. And then there was me. The unwanted daughter. The pack’s discarded member Would they see me and judge me? Whisper behind my back? my old pack would definitely be there?

And Sophia… just the thought made my stomach twist.

! forced myself to take a deep breath. No. I was not that weak girl anymore. I was Luna of this pack now. By tale, by bond, or by circumstance, it didn’t matter.

And Alpha Kingsley had chosen to present me as such.

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That thought both thrilled and terrified me.

I looked back at the golden dress resting on the bed. It wasn’t just clothing, it was a statement. A declaration and a silent message to the world that was his. I would stand beside him before arl and rule.

A strange mix of fear and anticipation settled in iny chest.

The Wolf Conference would change everything. I didn’t know how yet. Bot I could feel it. And somehow, I knew this journey would not be simple but was nevertheless thrilled.