Hi before I start: Quick message:

For those of you guys who didn't particularly like the last chapter and is still in anger about it. I just wanna say: No Relationship Is Without Fault. Even in a fictional one. Every relationship has ups and downs and every couple has an argument every now and then. It wouldn't be fair to just pass that truth off and make them seem like this perfect couple who agrees with each other all the time, no offense but they aren't. I think we should know that by now.

Alice and Isabella are very different and that was the whole point of that chapter. They don't see things the same way. I felt it was important I made that clear before moving on with the story. Maybe I should have eased you guys into their first fight a little gentler so I'll take that blame.

Hopefully you understand what I'm trying to say. I'm not mad or anything...just a little shocked.

Thank you. I still love every one of you guys.

Now here's Chapter 25:

Warning:

It is boring. But necessary. I thought you guys might want to hear instead of having me skip over it.

Chapter 25-

The last time Isabella and I were in the thrown room was three months before the day of her crowning, the day Max died.

It had been all of us there. Marie, William, Brice-who was visiting yet again and few other guests. William was sitting on his thrown laughing with his guests. Marie sat beside him talking to me though I wasn't really listening because I was in Isabella's lap and she had her lips to my sweet spot and her hand inappropriately up my dress tracing my thigh. We didn't care if other people were in the room. We were inappropriate everywhere we went.

Max had barged in the room disrupting everyone except Isabella who didn't even acknowledge him.

I had jumped when the doors opened, turning my head to look at him. His eyes were dark and had bags under them from lack of sleep. The chest plate was really beginning to take a negative toll on him.

Despite my better judgement of him and how much I wanted him dead, there was still that part of my that softened and asked: "Are you alright Max?"

Isabella grumbled and turned my head back to hers, capturing my lips in a kiss. She didn't allow me to pull away to look at him again.

"What's it to you?" He growled.

"Max!" I could hear the scowl in Marie's voice. "The girl is decent enough to ask you of your pain, even after you've wronged her. Show her some respect."

"I'll respect her when I'm dead." There was a long groan from Brice followed by a: "Here we go...I'll get the wine."

"What do you want Max?" William asks. Isabella finally pulled away from my lips then and returned to kissing and licking at my neck.

"I want what's rightfully mine!" he raves. "I want the crown. Isabella will surrender it to me."

Isabella snickered the snorted. "Or what? You'll turn into the big bad wolf and bite me?" A few people in the room chuckled, causing Max to grow even more angry. "Please brother, go ahead I'd love to see you try!" Isabella's eyes turned their famous purple as she dared her brother.

"Do not test me Sister. Hand over your rights to the crown and nobody gets hurt."

"The only one who will be getting hurt here is you. Max stand down, before you kill yourself. Do whats right..."

Max didn't listen. He never listens.

"I'm stronger than some stupid chest plate sister. You've always wanted to fight. Even when we were children. Now's your chance, rise up and show me what you can do." Isabella rolled her eyes and pinched at my pussy before getting up and going to over to her brother.

"Max, Listen to me." She said placing a hand on his shoulder. "This isn't worth it. Trust me. It's better to be a coward and live for tomorrow than go into a battle and die today. I'm telling you this because you are my brother. Even though I want nothing more to see you dead, you are still my brother. Your days are still numbered. Live the rest of them to the fullest, instead of in hatred."

He smacked her hand away, his body beginning to shake. "OK then." Isabella says. "If you want to fight I will not stop you."

"Isabella be careful with him! He's tender." Brice teased.

Isabella smirked and held up her fist, thinking Max would be smart enough to battle fist to fist instead of as a wolf. But no.

His eyes shifted to the same purple as his sisters. Isabella took action, quickly starting to shift as he did. It was the first time I saw her as an actual Lycan...well almost.

Her clothes tore apart some as she shifted, and the hairs on the side of her face grew to a pitch black and mixed with some of the brown of her natural hair. Her facial features changed as well, becoming more animalistic than human.

I was surprised when she stopped there though. I thought she would become an actual wolf and was surprised when she didn't. "That's as far as she can go without hurting herself." Brice explains to be as though he knew I was confused. "She'll be able to safely shift all the way after she's been recognized as a full Lycan and Alpha."

I didn't completely understand it but I went with it anyways.

Max started to shift as well but like his sister he stopped when he got to a certain point. He looked down at his chest then there was a loud crack sound and blood spilled out his mouth. He let out a loud cry then fell to his knees.

"You see what idiotic behavior gets you brother? You should have just listened. Now you are dead."

The spikes poked through his shirt and he cried again. Louder this time.

Isabella walked back to me -her features now back to normal- and took me back into her lap, returning her hand up my dress. She went back to teasing my thigh and kissing my neck as if nothing had happened or was happening.

"You handled that well." William complimented his daughter. "What an idiot he can be." Just like that everything went back to normal as if there hadn't just been a disturbance. As if Max was lying of the floor screaming and dying.

The guest ignored him and went back to their chatter. His cries of death were unanswered and treated like music to our ears.

Now, here I stood. Three months later and the day of Isabella and I's crowning. I took a deep breath the best I could in this dreaded corset. I was all dressed up for the event.

Marie chose me a dress special. It was royal blue and long falling all the way to my ankles and covering the most of my heels. The dress would be dragging on the floor behind me if it weren't for my shoes.

It was heavy with ruffled layers the bottom and tight and straight at the top. Random place all about the dress was covered in little tiny diamonds that made it sparkle in the light.

My makeup was done lightly and my lips were glossed up all pink. My hair was done by Azah, doing around my face in waves. (Think: BD-P1 Wedding hair style)

I was happy with the way I looked but I wasn't happy. It was mostly because I miss Isabella. Last night had been dreadful. My mate was still angry with me by bed time and wouldn't even cuddle with me. Instead she turned her back to me coldly. I wasn't in the mood to tell her that I was right and she should stop acting so childishly nor did I want to beg her to hold me either. I just sucked it up and buried my head in my pillow and tried to sleep without her. In the end, I couldn't do it. I had grown too attached to having her hold me every night to fall asleep without her hands around my waist.

It was a horrible night. Sleep refused come at all with Isabella's help.

"Are you OK?" She asks me with a worried expression. This was the first I was seeing her at all today being that I skipped breakfast to stay in bed. Her hair was cut a shorter and now instead of flowing down to her waist like it normally did it stopped mid-back. Then it was parted down the side and combed over and back neatly. She wore a traditional suit, that had a long buttoned up red coat with silver swirly designs on and a collar that looked stiff and was turned up. It was followed by white pants and black boots that passed her ankles.

She pulls my chin up to look her in the eye. "You look like you're about to faint. Are you alright?"

I nod. I have to admit, her concern was adorable and made me want to kiss her but first: "I'm fine. The damn corset is a bit tight. Then The dress is tight too. Are you still mad at me?" I curse myself under my breath. How UN-smooth. I bet if it was her asking she wouldn't just deadpan the question like that. She look me in the eye softly and sweetly. Her voice would be low and seductive. She'd take her time with each word and actually sound like she wanted to be forgiven.

Fuck me and my inability to do things like she did.

She moves her hand from my chin and puts them to the side of my face. "No. I figured we can talk about it later. Maybe even come to an agreement. Today isn't the day for fights or to be angered by each other. It would just ruin everything don't you say?"

There it is. Her voice going lower and softer. Her facial expression kind and adoring. She took her sweet time getting each word out, carefully spending time pronouncing them as she went.

Why couldn't I do that?

"Yes. I agree." I tell her.

"Good." She says then brings my lips to hers for a soft kiss. "You look very beautiful by the way."

Her coronation actually lasted a couple of hours longer than I thought it would. The thrown room was filled with people who found enough money to make it from their homes all the way to the palace and of course Isabella's cousins and other noble-people in her family. Of course there was the nobles from the other clans who had came to bare witness to this day as well.

William and Marie stood by our side while the whole thing took place.

Isabella was sitting in her fathers place on the thrown as she took oath to protect and serve her people well. I sat next to her in Marie's place and took my oaths to serve after she did.

The priest wrapped a fluffy red cloak around her shoulders and then one around mine and said some prayer to the Gods, asking for beauty, wisdom and of course power.

It was asked of everyone who was watching if they objected to Isabella's crowning. However, denying Isabella her crown would be considered an act of treason or in other words- rebellion.

It was a crime worthy of death and I doubt anyone wanted to die today...other than the sacrifices that would be made of course.

When no one objected the priest then when to place the crown on her head, declaring her our new ruler and king. And the same went for me after her.

Isabella's crown was pure gold woven and spun into something far more traditional than mine. It was detailed to perfection, showing off every diamond and jewel they had braided together to make it. Even the angel wings going around it had been taken special care of to make sure you saw ever feather, and every layer.

Mine, however, was more simple, it looked like the pedals of a lotus flower going around my head. Like hers it was very detailed with the patterns of the flowers but not as done up.

Once it was over everyone bowed down to us, showing their respect for their new leaders.

I warned you it was boring. I have no idea how a coronation works. I'm tired from looking it up a million times before writing this chapter.

Now, I'm gonna have a nap. Sooo sleepy.

More interesting chapters later. I promise.

Till next time

*Flies away*