They Mocked the Scarred Omega at Court — The Alpha King Touched Her Face and Changed Everything 🐺👑

The morning sun cast pale, cold light across the high-backed chairs of the royal council chamber.

Ten of the most powerful lords and nobles of Edhard sat around the polished mahogany table, their expressions a masterclass in haughty disdain and suppressed panic. At the head of the table sat Lord Vane—a silver-haired, impeccably dressed aristocrat with cold, calculating eyes and a silver ring bearing his family crest.

The massive oak doors swung open with a thunderous bang.

Aiden Whitmore strode into the room. He didn't wear a crown, but the sheer, crushing weight of his Alpha aura made several lords shrink back in their chairs.

And walking right beside him, dressed in a tailored deep-blue velvet gown embroidered with silver thread, her head held high with quiet, unbreakable dignity, was Hiana Brown.

Lord Vane’s face twisted into an ugly mask of outrage. He stood up abruptly, slamming his palms onto the table.

"Your Majesty! What is the meaning of this?!" Vane bellowed, gesturing furiously toward Hiana. "Bringing a kitchen omega—a scarred, filthy peasant—into the sacred council chamber?! This is an insult to every noble bloodline in the kingdom! We demand an explanation for this madness!"

Aiden didn't even blink. He walked slowly to the head of the table, pulled out the massive iron chair, and gestured gracefully for Hiana to sit.

Hiana met Vane’s furious gaze without flinching. She pulled out the chair and seated herself with the poise of a true noblewoman—a skill drilled into her by her historian father long before the fires destroyed her world.

Aiden remained standing behind her chair, resting his heavy, gloved hands on the high back, casting a dark, predatory shadow over the entire council.

"You demand an explanation, Lord Vane?" Aiden’s voice cut through the room like a razor-sharp blade. "Let us talk about explanations. Let us talk about financial ledgers from five years ago. Let us talk about the night Lord Arthur Brown’s estate was burned to the ground by hired renegades."

The color drained instantly from Lord Vane’s face. His knees buckled slightly, forcing him to grip the edge of the mahogany table for support.

"Your... Your Majesty, what are you implying? That was a tragic bandit raid—"

"Quiet," Aiden commanded softly, a single word that carried the absolute force of a death sentence.

Aiden reached into his heavy leather tunic, pulling out a thick stack of yellowed parchment bound in rotting leather—the very ledgers Lord Arthur had hidden in the estate’s secret vault before he fell. He tossed the heavy book onto the center of the table. It slid across the polished wood, stopping directly in front of Lord Vane.

"My father’s ledger," Hiana spoke up for the first time, her voice clear, resonant, and carrying an unshakable ring of truth that silenced the surrounding lords instantly. "Every coin embezzled. Every bribe paid to northern renegades. Signed with your personal seal, Lord Vane."

Vane stared down at the book as if it were a venomous viper ready to strike. Panic clawed at his throat. He looked around the table, seeking support from his allied lords, but they were already sliding their chairs backward, desperate to distance themselves from the radioactive fallout.

"It's a forgery!" Vane screamed, his voice cracking with hysteria. "The scarred whore is lying! She wants revenge for her worthless family! Guards! Seize them!"

Clack.

The council doors flew open wide.

Instead of royal guards loyal to the council, a full platoon of elite northern frontline warriors—men bearing the scars of real battles and unwavering loyalty to the Alpha King—marched into the room, their heavy swords resting casually on their shoulders, blocking every exit.