Chapter 120 The Heirs

Chapter 120 The Heirs

Maureen Laskovic:

And today… it was the day.

The very day.

The day the North would finally see what I had carried, what I had protected, what I had fought tooth and nail to keep alive. The day my children would be presented before the court, named before the elders, and recognized as heirs of the Northern Dominion.

“Luna… you are beautiful!! So beautiful, Luna,” the maids gushed behind me as they adjusted the final pieces of my attire.

Their voices overlapped in soft admiration as careful hands worked around me—one fixing the drape of my gown, another adjusting the folds of silk that flowed down my back like liquid moonlight. The fabric hugged my waist perfectly before cascading into layered waves of silver and deep midnight blue, threaded with fine embroidery that shimmered faintly under the light.

One of them stepped forward with the ceremonial crown.

I lifted my chin slightly, allowing her to place it carefully atop my head. The cool metal rested against my hair, settling into place like it belonged there—as if it had been waiting for me all along.

A final maid approached with a small crystal vial.

I uncorked it slowly and applied the oil perfume along the sides of my neck, letting the scent bloom into the air—warm, floral, touched with something deep and intoxicating. It wrapped around me like confidence itself.

Then I turned slightly toward the mirror.

And smiled at my reflection.

Fucking hot.

Me.

The Luna of the Northern Dominion.

Wife to the one and only Vuk Kael Laskovic.

The firstborn of Selena and Lucifer.

Fuck…

I exhaled slowly, a grin tugging at my lips.

I was only now realizing just how dangerously powerful that sounded.

Not just beautiful.

Not just admired.

Powerful.

Untouchable.

I stepped away from the mirror at last, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor as I made my way toward the door. The maids parted respectfully to either side, lowering their heads as I passed.

The moment I stepped into the hallway—

I saw him.

Vuk.

Standing there as if he had been waiting for me all along.

He wore a long dark ceremonial suit, tailored sharply to his broad frame. Flames embroidered along the bottom hem curled upward like living shadows, licking against the black fabric in subtle patterns of gold and crimson. His hair had been styled perfectly—layered strands falling neatly over one shoulder, giving him that effortless, dangerous elegance that always made my breath hitch.

My man.

The sight of him alone made my chest tighten slightly.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

He just stared.

Slowly.

Carefully.

Like he was memorizing every detail.

Then he exhaled softly, his gaze darkening with something deeper than admiration.

“Heavens…” he murmured.

His voice came low, rough, almost reverent.

“You are the most beautiful being in this world,” he continued, stepping closer slowly. “I would go blind just to forever keep your image inside my eyes.”

My breath caught slightly as he stopped directly in front of me.

“You perfect me,” he finished quietly.

Heat spread through my chest instantly.

“Careful,” I teased softly, lifting one brow. “Flattery like that might make me insufferable.”

He smirked faintly.

“Too late,” he murmured. “You’ve been insufferable since the day I met you.”

I gasped dramatically.

“How dare you,” I whispered, placing a hand against his chest. “After all the love I give you?”

He caught my wrist gently, his fingers curling around it as he leaned slightly closer.

“You give me chaos,” he corrected softly. “And somehow… I still can’t get enough of it.”

I laughed quietly, shaking my head before smoothing a nonexistent crease from his collar.

“And you,” I murmured, looking up into his eyes, “look dangerously good today. Like you’re about to conquer an empire.”

He tilted his head slightly.

“Maybe I already did,” he replied, his gaze flicking briefly down toward my lips.

For a second—

The world felt smaller.

Quieter.

Like everything outside this moment had paused.

Then—

A distant sound echoed down the corridor.

Drums.

Low.

Rhythmic.

Ceremonial.

The beginning.

I inhaled sharply.

“It’s time,” I whispered.

Vuk’s expression shifted instantly—playful warmth fading into regal composure.

Alpha.

Leader.

Ruler.

His fingers slipped gently into mine.

“Are you ready?” he asked quietly.

I glanced down briefly at our joined hands.

Then lifted my chin.

“Yes,” I answered firmly.

More ready than I had ever been for anything in my life.

Because today…

The North would meet its heirs.

Vuk tightened his hold on my hand slightly, grounding me as we stepped forward together. The heavy ceremonial doors ahead began to open slowly, pushed wide by two armored guards standing at either side. The moment the doors parted, sound flooded toward us—deep drums beating in slow, powerful rhythm that echoed through the stone halls like the heartbeat of the North itself.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Each beat matched the pounding inside my chest.

We stepped into the castle hall together.

The sight before me nearly stole my breath.

The grand ceremonial hall was overflowing—rows upon rows of nobles, Alphas, elders, warriors, and court members filled every available space. Banners bearing the sigil of the Northern Dominion hung from the towering ceilings, their silver-threaded wolves shimmering beneath the golden torchlight. The air felt thick with anticipation, pride, and raw power.

And when we appeared—

Silence fell.

Instant.

Heavy.

Every head turned toward us.

Every eye watched.

Judged.

Measured.

Witnessed.

I felt Vuk step forward beside me, his posture tall, unshakable—Alpha to his core. Together, we walked down the long ceremonial path toward the raised platform at the center of the hall. My heels clicked against the polished floor, steady and deliberate, refusing to betray the storm of emotion building inside me.

This was it.

This was history.

We reached the center and turned to face the gathered crowd.

Then—

The sound of bells chimed from the far entrance.

Soft.

Clear.

Sacred.

All eyes shifted.

The Court Ladies entered.

They moved slowly, gracefully, dressed in ceremonial robes of white and silver, their expressions solemn with duty. Each of them carried one of my children, wrapped in embroidered cloth marked with ancient protective symbols.

My breath caught instantly.

Lauren.

Lucian.

Adrian.

There they were.

My babies.

My world.

My heart tightened painfully as I watched them approach, each careful step bringing them closer to the center platform where Vuk and I stood waiting.

The hall remained silent except for the low drumbeat.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The Court Ladies stopped before us, lowering their heads respectfully before stepping aside.

Then the Elders stepped forward.

Old.

Ancient figures wrapped in ceremonial cloaks lined with fur and silver thread. Their eyes held centuries of tradition, knowledge, and authority. One by one, they carefully took the babies into their arms, lifting them gently but proudly.

My fingers curled slightly at my sides.

It took everything in me not to rush forward and take them back.

But this—

This was tradition.

This was recognition.

This was legacy.

One of the eldest stepped forward, raising Lauren carefully into the air for all to see. His voice rang deep and commanding, echoing across the massive hall.

“People of the North!”

His words carried like thunder.

“The time has come to witness the rebirth of legacy… the continuation of blood… the rise of future rulers!”

The hall held its breath.

Then—

With powerful certainty—

He declared:

“The North… we present the heirs of the Northern Dominion!”

Another elder stepped forward, lifting Lucian.

Then another raised Adrian.

Their voices joined together as one:

“Lauren Laskovic!”

A roar of howls exploded through the hall.

Loud.

Wild.

Proud.

The sound shook the very walls.

“Lucian Laskovic!”

More howls followed—deeper, louder, echoing like wolves greeting their future Alpha.

“Adrian Laskovic!”

The final declaration hit like thunder.

The crowd erupted into deafening howls, voices rising together in unity and pride. Some pounded their fists against their chests. Others lifted their heads toward the ceiling as their voices echoed in raw celebration.

My throat tightened painfully.

Tears burned behind my eyes.

Not weakness.

Pride.

Overwhelming, unstoppable pride.

Then came the crowns.

Ancient heirloom crowns were brought forward—massive compared to their tiny heads, crafted from silver and lined with protective runes carved by ancestors long gone. Each crown shimmered beneath the torchlight, heavy with history and power.

One by one, the elders gently lowered the crowns above each child—not resting fully on their heads yet, but hovering symbolically above them.

Recognition.

Legacy.

Destiny.

The howling rose again—louder than before.

Stronger.

Unbreakable.

Then the elders stepped forward toward us.

Carefully.

Reverently.

Lauren was placed gently into my arms.

The moment her tiny body touched mine, something inside my chest broke open completely. I held her close, inhaling the soft scent of her hair, my fingers trembling slightly as I secured her safely against me.

Vuk stepped forward beside me, taking Lucian into one arm and Adrian into the other with steady strength. The sight alone made my chest swell—my mate, holding our sons, standing like the king he was born to be.

The hall roared with approval.

Cheers.

Howls.

Applause.

All blending into one thunderous sound of acceptance.

I stepped forward slowly, adjusting Lauren carefully against my chest before turning to face the gathered crowd.

My heart pounded fiercely.

But my voice—

My voice remained steady.

“People of the North,” I began, my words carrying across the hall.

Silence returned instantly.

They listened.

Every single one of them.

“Today… you have welcomed not just heirs… but hope,” I continued, my gaze sweeping across the massive gathering. “You have stood beside us through chaos… through fear… through uncertainty… and still remained loyal to the crown.”

My fingers tightened slightly around Lauren.

“And for that… I thank you.”

A murmur of approval rippled across the hall.

“These children—Lauren, Lucian, and Adrian—are not only ours,” I continued firmly. “They belong to the North. To its future. To its strength. To its legacy.”

My gaze shifted briefly toward Vuk.

Then back to the crowd.

“And I vow… as your Luna… as their mother… that I will protect this land… protect these heirs… and stand beside my Alpha until my final breath.”

The hall erupted again.

Howls.

Cheers.

Thunderous applause.

Vuk stepped closer beside me, his presence steady and powerful as ever.

The ceremony had been completed.

The heirs had been recognized.

And now—

The celebration would begin.

Soon afterward, the babies were gently handed back to the Court Ladies, who carried them carefully toward the inner chambers where they woul
d be tended to during the celebration.

Music filled the hall.

Rich laughter followed.

Servants moved quickly, carrying trays of drinks and food as nobles approached us one by one—Alphas from distant territories, powerful leaders, and long-standing allies stepping forward to offer greetings and congratulations.

The ceremony had ended.

But the party—

The true gathering of power—

Had only just begun.