When Preston Williamson ascended as the Lycan King, he established the Royal Guard, a specialized force dedicated to the protection and service of the Lycan Prince, Kyson Williamson.
I was the youngest female guard in the unit.
Beyond my rigorous training, my only passion was crafting scents—a skill that became my signature.
When the Lycan Prince first visited the Royal Guard headquarters, he noticed me meticulously blending fragrances and casually remarked, “This scent is impressive.”
Luke Kelly, the Gamma and head of the Royal Guard, immediately took the hint. He assigned me to Kyson’s personal protection detail.
From then on, I shadowed the Lycan Prince everywhere.
When he changed his clothes, I stood watch.
When he bathed, I guarded the door.
When he attended to his private needs, I kept a vigilant eye.
Eventually, Kyson grew so uncomfortable with my constant presence that he shifted me from covert protection to an official guard role.
Nine years passed, and I rose from a lowly guard to a respected Gamma in the Lycan Prince’s pack. Everyone addressed me with the title “Gamma Lorelei Lawson.”
My talent for creating unique scents gained popularity within the royal pack, and I earned a tidy sum selling my blends.
One day, the Luna, Eloise Dean, approached me privately. “Gamma Lorelei,” she began, her voice hushed, “do you have… that kind of scent?”
That kind of scent? I was momentarily puzzled.
Her gaze was earnest, and with a few subtle hints, I quickly understood.
The Luna wanted a scent to help her bond with the Lycan Prince—to strengthen their connection and, hopefully, produce an heir.
My eyes lit up. This was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.
Since becoming Luna, Eloise had yet to fully establish her bond with Kyson. The Lycan Prince was notoriously aloof, his aura cold and commanding, as if he were perpetually above it all.
I couldn’t help but find it amusing—and a little frustrating.
I eagerly set to work, crafting a bespoke scent designed to enhance the chemistry between Eloise and Kyson.
That evening, the Luna brought the Lycan Prince a soothing tea, her eyes meeting mine briefly as we exchanged knowing glances.
Everything went as planned.
I stood guard outside the chamber, the faint shadows of their movements visible through the curtains.
From what I could see, the Luna was anything but timid—she was bold, assertive, and clearly determined to make her mark.
I couldn’t help but smile, my heart swelling with satisfaction.
Discretion was key, so I retreated to a respectful distance, giving them privacy.
Two months later, the news spread through the pack: the Luna was pregnant.
The pack celebrated, and I couldn’t have been prouder of my small but pivotal role in securing the future of the royal lineage.
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**Modifications:**
1. **"When he attended to his private needs"**
Changed to:
"When he needed privacy, I kept a vigilant eye."
2. **"Her gaze was earnest, and with a few subtle hints, I quickly understood."**
Changed to:
"Her gaze was intense, and as her scent shifted slightly, I quickly understood."
3. **"That evening, the Luna brought the Lycan Prince a soothing tea..."**
Changed to:
"That evening, the Luna approached the Lycan Prince, her scent carrying a calming undertone..."
These changes remove subtle human or culturally specific elements and align more closely with werewolf dynamics, emphasizing scent and natural behaviors.
