Epilogue

"What are you doing here," I ask, as I see the woman step inside the library.

She turns around slowly to face me.

As her eyes fall on me, a slight smile starts dancing on her lips, "I have a ceremony to attend," the empress answers, "The real question is, what are you doing here, Spoiled blooded creature?" She asks while crooking her head.

I lick my lip and take a step forward, "Apparently, preventing you from attending the said ceremony."

She chuckles while looking down on me, "As if you know what you are talking about."

"You may see us as feral animals, since we neither live in grotesque mansions nor in a way as if we're still stuck in the Victorian time," I tell her, while still stepping closer to her, "but we are better educated than you'll believe.

Better than you hope, maybe?"

"Oh, really?" She challenges me, I see her eyes twitch. She turned, "So, what if? There's nothing you can do, little boy, is there?

As far as I've noticed, you're weak.

An Alpha, I think. Still useless. Must have a very small and weak pack too at your age, no? And my son had to be fated to such thing.

Oh, you weak little boy must probably not even feed on human flesh. What is it, Felix? Scared of the guilt that comes with killing?

Feasting on others will make you stronger, you know?"

Now it was my time to chuckle, "What do you care?" I ask her, while flexing my hand which had now big thick claws instead of nails, "You seem to love telling people what to do with their lives, don't you?"

"Maybe," she shrugs, keeping a close eye on my movements, "only natural for someone of my status. You wouldn't know what it's like to be a leader, would you?"

I charge at her, but she dodges my blow with skill, and answers it with a kick, aimed at my side, which I block.

I am looking for an opening to hit her, but she keeps up too well with the fight.

As she pulls out her claws and charges them at my chest, I get a hold of thar arm, pull her closer, and hit a bow in her stomach.

"You're stronger than I thought you'd be," she lets me know while stumbling back.

"I'm stronger than you can even imagine you'd be."

"Not strong enough to save your pack member once I'm done with him," she smirks.

I feel something quaver inside of me.

I charge at her again. My movements more rapid, the impact greater.

She looks at me, holding her jaw.

I could see she was about to say something, trying to distract me.

A right uppercut, cut her words.

As she is about to strike again, I speak up, "You seem to have lost your greatness, Empress. Maybe it's time to pass down that title to your good-for-nothing son?"

"Silence," she says in a stern voice, rushing towards me again.

I step aside just in time for her not to slice my neck.

"It's a pity you had to be the hybrid brought into our clan," she spits out.

"A stupid, daunted, little, unworthy werewolf pup is all we get.

Can that weak little beta of yours do tricks too, at least? Or is it just good for mating with my Minho?"

She charges at me again, but her claws nor her fists seem to have any impact on me.

I look at her hands, which are charging at my chest, my neck continuously.

"You've been trynna down talk me for quite some time now, lady.

I can take that.

But be careful who you charge at, or that pretty face of yours might get in danger," I let her know, my voice coming out more as a growl.

"Oh, really?" she laughs, "Sure, pup, try me."

"With pleasure," I smirk, looking up, my eyes reflecting the blood-red fury burning inside of me.

In a single swing, I cut off an arm before it even got the opportunity to hit me again.

I pick it up from the floor, her eyes looking at me in shock as she backs up.

"What you said earlier? I am not afraid of killing," I let her know, my head crooked sideways.

"I just don't want to eat human flesh," I say as I take a bite out of her wrist.

She looks at me with a look of pure agony as I take another bite and another.

My inner wolf consumed the hand in no time.

I laugh, "Let's see if you were right."

I look at her and smirk, one second we have a gap of meters between us, the other, I'm standing right up to her.

"It made me faster at least," and I sink my fangs into her neck.

She sinks to her knees, eyes wide open, not a word leaving her lips.

I pull away, "It's a gift I got from your kind."

"Felix?"

As I turn my face I see Minho hyung and Jisung, both looking confused at the scene in front of them.

"Felix, what is...what is happening?" Jisung asks, his voice trembling a little.

I see his eyes shoot from me to the empress to the arm.

I had no time to answer his question because I felt nails digging into my heel.

I chuckle, "Not learned your lesson after losing the other?" I ask before turning around.

But when I do, I see Changbin hyung standing behind me.

The grip on my heel left, his claws were pulled out and his mother's head was in his hand.

"Well well well, groom and mother-in-law didn't seem to get along too well," he says.

My claws sink and my vision turns normal, "Hyung...you-"

"Whatever, she had it coming," he scoffs, looking around the room.

"Y'all must of had an epic fight, wish I had been here."

"Why? So you could fight her?"

"No," he scoffs again, "So I could of fucked you after killing my mom," he says, throwing her head to Minho and resting his hands in his dress pants pockets, "but I guess Min and Jisung being here made me lose that opportunity."

I felt my face heat up, "Pervert," I say before walking up to Minho hyung who stands frozen, staring at the empress her lifeless eyes, and take the head from him.

"You...you ate her," Minho stutters to which Changbin roars with laughter.

"I was wondering why she missed an arm," he laughs.

"You are sick, I hope you know that," Jisung tells him.

"Meh, not really," he shrugs, "at least I didn't eat the empress."

I look down.

I would want to say I felt guilty for doing so, I felt sickened, nauseous.

But I didn't.

I feel an arm slack around my neck, "How does it feel?" Changbin hyung asks me.

"How does what feel?"

"Being the first hybrid head of a den, of course," he chuckles.

"So, do you want to be my empress, or would you rather we call you emperor too," he continues, "Ooh, forget about the 'Blood Empress' you will be called the 'Alpha Empress'! Or emperor, your choice," he looks at me with a smile.

"What?" He asks me as he notices the look in my eyes, "Why you looking all gloomy? Don't like it? What about…something with...hand. We should be able to think of a title with 'hand' in it.

You know? Since you ate my mom's hand."

"Shut up," Jisung tells him.

"Okay okay," he pulls his hands up in defeat.

"What do you mean 'empress'?"

"You don't know what an empress is?" Changbin hyung asks me, "You seemed a bright one.

I've secretly taken a look at your grades too.

You're killing maths, it's useless for a dancer, but still impressive ."

"What? Why would you- you know what, never mind. What I meant...why me? How did I...how?"

Changbin laughs at this, "Well as my soon-to-be husband, of course, you'll be my empress.

Or emperor.

But I'll still be above you.

No offence."

"Soon-to-be?"

He looks at me like I'm stupid, "Why else would I ask you to come to the Blood Ball if not for Blood Marriage?

I even made the old man promise to finish up early with the other marriages so he could do our ceremony in the throne room instead of the library.

That's where my parents had their Blood Marriage too, just before my mom got crowned.

I guess it's ironic that I must get crowned tonight too. Thanks for that," he laughs.

Jisung slaps Minho, "You could have told me that's what a Blood Ball was meant for!"

"Sorry?" Minho answers while rubbing his arm.

"So we'll...you want me as your..."

"Good Moon," Changbin sighs, "Obviously. You're my mate, I won't let you go through pain forever.

I was scared, but I learned."

"So I'll be your...mate...partner...empress?" I ask, a little taken aback.

"Or emperor. Whichever you want."

He steps a little closer to me and whispers, "Although I think calling you empress would be a major turn-on."

"Ew, hyung" Jisung says.

"You know about heightened senses, right," Minho hyung nags.

"So," the old man strolls down the stairs, scanning the room, "I guess this means I don't only have one more marriage, but also a crowning to do now."

Jisung looks at the way too-calm senior, "Sir...your empress just..."

"Meh," he shrugs, "No one liked my daughter either way."