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Damian smiled in satisfaction as he watched his teacher on the ground. It had been a brutal fight, but he had managed to triumph.

One day, he told himself, he would beat his mother and meet his father, the knight of Gotham.

Damian took a step back as Radhi stood up with a proud smile. - Well Done Damian. We're done for today, go ahead. I will inform your mother of your success -

Damian nodded stiffly, his heart beating faster for a few seconds before he forced himself to calm down. He was the heir to the Demon's Head, he had to control everything that could be used as a weakness against him.

The beat of her heart, her smell. Damian had quickly learned to control his emotions.

Waving to Radhi, Damian walked back to his room carefully walking through the various corridors in case anyone tried to attack him. 

It had happened once, one of his grandfather's killers had been sent to test him and Damian had killed him. He had slit his throat, letting him drown in his own blood, and once he was dead he had cut off his head to take it to his grandfather's feet.

Damian was five years old and Ra's Al Ghul was satisfied with how he had reacted.

Damian had almost reached his room when he sensed two intruders inside. But their scent, though very efficiently masked, jumped to Damian's nose. Blood, earth and iron for his grandfather. Blood, sand and spices for his mother.

- Enter Ibn al Xu'ffasch - I call him his mother and Damian carried out the order in silence.

His grandfather was standing studying him with watchful eyes and his mother was sitting on his bed impassive as usual.

Damian bowed to both of them before falling to his knees, his sword held in front of him and his throat exposed. It was an Alpha, but not the strongest Alpha in there.

- How did the Ibn al Xu'ffasch training go? -

- Well mother - he answered without hesitation - today I beat Radhi -

Thalia and Ra exchanged a knowing look before the Demon's Head spoke.

- Nephew. Word has come in the realm of shadows that Lady Cheng's daughter is an omega. She is also known for being the heir of her grandfather Wang Fu as the next Guardian of the Order of the Miraculous.

Marie Annette Woosan Fu has a great lineage and is related to Lady Shiva and Lady Cheng, two valid assassins. When she comes of age, a Conclave will be called to win the right to mate with her. I want you to win because she will be your mate someday, no matter what happens you will attend that Conclave. Make the League of Assassins proud to have you as their future leader. -

Damian was surprised at his grandfather's words. Of all things, he didn't expect them to talk about his future partner, but he found himself nodding.

- Certainly grandfather - he answered while his mother smiled - I do not intend to disappoint the League of Assassins. -

And that was the first time Damian Al Ghul Wayne heard of Marie Annette Woosan Fu. But he never forgot about her.

Marie was sitting in her room in her grandfather Wang's home in China.

The latest revelations had affected her deeply.

Marie had always known she was strong: she was trained in different kinds of martial arts and was able to break a grown man's neck with relative ease. He was the heir to the Great Guardian of the Miraculous. She was the True Bearer of the Ladybug Miraculous.

But discovering that it would become the strongest omega in the world was shocking.

Her grandmother Marianne had given her one of the many potions of the Order, created to know the strength of the future guardian, and when Marie had spat out all of that disgusting juice back into the glass it had changed color.

White was equivalent to weak, without any kind of strength superior to other wolves. Gray was dangerous: stronger than the normal wolf. Marie was black. And who was black was destined to reign over all wolves.

Marie was the next Wolf Queen.

But Marie would not let herself be broken.

 Marie was strong.

 Marie didn't want a knight, or a prince.

Marie wanted a King.

Someone who treated her neither as superior nor as inferior to themselves. He wanted an equal.

And she hoped that somewhere else in the world there was a young Alpha who would give her what she wanted.

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Damian sat on the couch in the living room of Wayne Manor, his father and his wards awkwardly arranged in the armchairs in front of him.

Damian knew everything about them: Richard Grayson, born in the circus and taken under the protection of Bruce Wayne after his parents were murdered by Tony Zucco.

In another life, in another world, Richard would have been a Talon, a member of the Court of Owls.

Excellent in all forms of acrobatics and martial art, with a fair amount of skill with firearms but too good, too prone to pity. A Golden Boy in the truest sense of the word.

Jason Todd, born and raised in Crime Alley, was taken by Bruce after he found him stealing the tires of the Batmobile.

A hothead with a passion for literature, Jason had been more violent than Richard when he was Robin. He had the rage inside that all street orphans had and Bruce had found it harder to make him his perfect toy soldier.

Then Jason went to Ethiopia in search of Sheyla Haywood, the biological mother who was indebted to the Joker to whom he had sold her son. Beaten with a crowbar and blown up, Jason was dead that day.

Damian's mother, however, had recognized his potential and disobeying Ra's had immersed the boy in Lazarus's pits after he had literally made his way from the grave.

Jason Todd had been trained in the League of Assassins and was dangerous according to Damian. He had killed all his trainers without showing any remorse, growing stronger and stronger.

Expert in close combat, physically above average and one of the most skilled snipers in the world.

Jason was a war machine, a time bomb ready to go off at the wrong time. His time in Arkham had marked him deeply and his time as the Red Hood still terrified many of Gotham City's more shady individuals.

He presented himself as a new crime lord, with superior fighting skills, an intense desire to protect the children of Crime Alley and a thirst for revenge against the Joker for killing him, and Batman for replacing him.

Damian respected the boy: he may have been a ruthless crime boss but he protected the defenseless. Women, children, men had relied on him to protect them from other Gotham bosses and Red Hood hadn't let them down.

He had a strange relationship with Batman: they ignore each other apart when the death count went up too much and they were allies against other enemies.

Tim Drake was the one Damian could bear the least.

He could admire his computer skills and strategic genius but on a physical level Tim Drake left something to be desired. The boy had grown up ignored by his parents but while Jason was fighting in the street just to get food, Tim had never had to fight.

The boy was the current Robin, which Damian hoped would soon change, and while his style could be reminiscent of that of the Black Widows of the Red Room, although not even remotely equal, Tim remained almost useless.
His judgment was also likely clouded by the fact that his grandfather seemed to be obsessed with learning more about him, and his being Robin, but that didn't take away from the fact that Damian didn't like him.

Cassandra Cain was probably the person she feared the most there. "The One Who Is All" was the artwork of David Cain one of the League's strongest assassins and even though he had difficulty speaking his body reading ability was very high, not to mention his ability in all of them. martial arts.

Cassandra Cain was Marie's cousin.

Cassandra was someone Damian wanted to trust. And she probably knew that already, though perhaps she didn't suspect the real reason, from his expression.

Barbara Gordon was the daughter of Commissioner Gordon of the GCPD and was once Batgirl. A true combat expert had turned into a goddess of technology after the Joker snapped her backbone. Barbara was one of the best hackers in the world along with Tim, Daisy Johnson of S.H.I.E.L.D., Cyborg and Tony Stark himself and because of her determination to fight for justice despite the injury she had earned her respect.
Stephanie Brown was the last of her "brothers". The daughter of a C-class enemy, Stephanie was a skilled fighter and master of escape routes. Maybe not as good as Cassandra or Lady Morrigan but she was definitely one of the strongest girls in the world in a melee.
- It's a pleasure to meet you all - he said trying to sound as polite as possible. He didn't want a brotherly relationship with them, not when he was certainly superior due to the fact that he was biologically related to the bat, but he respected their abilities and if he wanted to be the s

trongest at Marie's Conclave he had to be trained by them.
- I assume you know who we are - Barbara commented as Damian nodded.

- Mother told me everything -he replied as Bruce clenched his jaw.

- How long have you known you are my son? -

Damian saw Dick glare at his father, probably due to the lack of tact in that question, but he remained composed. 

- I know I've always been Batman's son, but I only learned your true identity recently. Every birthday I had to challenge my mother and if I won she would tell me your name. This year I made it but then Slade Wilson cheated and his grandfather died. To protect me from enemy organizations, the mother decided to bring me here. -

- Did you have to challenge Talia on your every birthday? -  Jason asked, not surprised but still disgusted. The woman was downright crazy to engage her decades younger son in a duel just to let him know his father's name.

- Yes - Damian tilted his head not understanding the concern he smelled in the air.

- What do you mean by "protect yourself from enemy organizations" -

Damian refrained from rolling his eyes at Tim's question but remembered that this was for Marie. - There are three major major Assassin organizations in the world. The Hand, which trained Elektra -

Stephanie let out a low whistle at the woman's name. A particularly vicious Greek-born killer who occasionally worked with the Avengers even though no one quite understood what her deal was with Nick Fury.

- The Red Room, divided into the body of the Winter Soldiers and the Black Widows. It is a rather ancient organization, born more or less during the Roman Empire which has recently revealed itself after the betrayal of Natalia Romanova, the agent Romanoff of the Avengers and James Barnes, the best friend of Captain America and finally the League of the Assassins. There is currently a peace agreement with both of them but the leaders of the Hand are unpredictable and Raya Vorontsov, the matriarch of the Red Room, would not hesitate to have me killed. So yeah, second mother I'm safe here. -

Bruce clenched his jaw so hard that Dick frowned, fearing his jaw was about to break.

That child was a killer.

That child represented a mistake made ten years ago,
Yet that child was his son and he had not chosen that life.

Damian had no faults there, he could not prevent Talia from transforming him into the child version of Ra's.

But Bruce could now prevent the League's enemies from hurting him.

- You're safe now puppy - said the Alpha leader of the "pack" Wayne.

The other members of the pack present understood what those words meant.

He is a child who has no faults and may have been raised as a murderer but never had a choice. He is of the pack now. And the pack members protect their mates.

And Damian understood that too.

But the young Alpha also realized that perhaps violence would not have served to make himself recognized by his father and his new packmates. Companions whom perhaps one day he would call brothers.

I will fight for you Marie. I am no longer alone.

And Damian smiled, feeling that on the other side of the invisible thread he had felt since he was eight someone else was smiling with him.

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Growing up in a remote village in Tibet training with her mother in martial arts and with her grandfather in Guardian laws, then moving on to live in the chaotic French capital was downright destabilizing.

Three years earlier, when Marie was seven, her parents had opened the "Tom & Sabine Boulangerie" to be able to start creating their cover once she moved there and Marie had gone to visit them during the summer.

Marie, now Marinette Dupain Woosan, sat in one of Francois Dupont's many desks.

It was her first day of school, she was thirteen, but it was also her first time in a public school. She had always been educated only privately by some of her mother's old "colleagues" who, like her, had escaped the life of murderers.

Beatriz Prior was a Spanish assassin who once worked for the Hand, a genius in science and technology, who had taught Marie everything. She now worked as a saleswoman in her parents' bakery while actually continuing to give Marie science lessons in the afternoons.

Allan Lantsov was one of the Red Room ballet teachers, who fled after Raya Vorontsov had her daughter murdered, and had taught Marie literature and history since he entered her life five years earlier. Allan, however, usually lived with his grandfather, serving as a bodyguard.

Finally, Caterina Venturelli was an Italian swordmaster who had been Lady Shiva's shoulder, but who after she died at the hands of Black Bat ran away from her old teacher's sister praying for protection from the bat pack. Catherine, despite being trained to kill, had never taken a life, and her loyalty to Marie's aunt was due to the fact that she had saved her from being sold to a brothel by her father when she was five.

Catherine was the youngest of her tutors, she was only twenty-seven in fact, but she was multilingual and her cover was to be the daughter of Tom Dupain's late sister who lived with her uncle working in his shop.

They were practically her uncles and had helped her to perfect hand-to-hand combat and the use of the white weapon and even if she could not rival young murderers children of the caliber of Black Bat, Charon, the Al Ghul heir or the Morrigan, Marie was certainly among the best.

Fortunately for her, she wasn't the only new student that year. Beside her a crisp-looking Creole girl named Alya Cesaire was talking about superheroes and vigilantes who were apparently her passion, and Marie resisted rolling her eyes in annoyance when she mentioned the Gotham vigilantes.

She had nothing personal against them, he admired their sense of justice, but the fact that one of them had murdered his aunt made it very difficult to please them.
Marie was well aware that Lady Shiva was anything but a good person, but her mother loved her and had mourned her death caused by Black Bat.

Lady Cheng had tried to avenge her sister, trying to find out the reason for that deadly duel but since it was a League of Ra's business she finally gave up.

- Hi, I'm Caline Bustier, your teacher. I would like new students to introduce themselves to the class - said the red-haired teacher with a sweet smile that Marie didn't like.

She was too good, too determined to create the image of the perfect class.

Alya jumped to her feet smiling amicably at everyone before carrying out Miss Bustier's command. - Hi my name is Alya Cesaire and I have Creole origins. I want to be a journalist and I am passionate about superheroes, my father is the director of the cat section of the Zoo and my mother is the head chef of “Le Grand Paris”. I have two younger twin sisters and my older sister Nora is a professional boxer. I really hope we will get along! -

Marie's new mates smiled at her new mate, all but one blonde girl with blue eyes staring at her like she was trash, and when Bustier turned to her, Marie knew it was her turn.

- My name is Marie Dupain Woosan and I recently moved to France. My parents have been running the "Tom & Sabine Boulangerie" for three years, but I have lived in Tibet for most of my life. I never went to public school as my grandfather Wang paid guardians so this is in many ways the "first day" for me. I have no brothers and sisters, but I had an aunt named Sandra who passed by a few years ago and an uncle named Sifu who is a star chef who lives in Tokyo. -

Her classmates looked at her with some confused expressions, probably wondering why she continued living with her grandfather while her parents were in Paris, some of pity, probably because of Sandra and the blonde girl with interest after she revealed she was related with a starred chef.

Eventually the day passed quickly: the blonde girl, Chloé had presented herself as arrogant and conceited but the rest of her companions were fine.

Alya looked pretty even if too bubbly for Marie's taste, but she had started making an interesting friendship with Juleka, Nino, Nathanael and Max. Alix and Kim were fun and couldn't wait to challenge them in gym time but it was during the interval he began to feel a profound feeling of discomfort.

Someone who was being violated, someone who was trying to escape his fate but couldn't.

- Nooro - she whispered in horror as through a purple butterfly, the Miraculous mind control mask of the butterfly appeared.

She ran away, already hearing the screams of his companions as Ivan Bruél transformed into a stone monster and ran to the bakery.

Her parents were on duty at the time but seeing his expression of pure horror on his face they understood what had happened and let him go to his room where She kept her miraculous.

Her grandfather was still the keeper of the box but she was the Xuan Ze of Creation.

The perfect soul, created by Tikki several millennia before forced to reincarnate every time during particularly difficult moments.

She had been Joan of Arc, Atalanta of the Argonauts, She had been Otrera, mother of Hippolyta the Queen of the Amazons as well as another ladybug.

Each time in a different body but the soul was always her and complete memories returned once she became an adult.

And with her the other Xuan Zè also had the same fate.

Hypatia was a tiger, famous for her intelligence and cunning, a woman capable of distinguishing herself already in ancient times.

Cleopatra was a bee, famous for her strong character and political skills.

Queen Victoria was a butterfly who, thanks to her being able to understand the emotions of the people, managed to make her kingdom prosper.

Amelia Earhart was the eagle of freedom and loved to try her hand at "impossible feats for a woman" to satiate her desire to be free, upon her death the Native American Box Keeper was fortunately able to retrieve her Miraculous.

Boudicca was a she-wolf, a strong spirit capable of unleashing the rebellion of an entire people by herself.

Nakano Takeno was a dragon, a woman in command of an entire army of samurai women.

Ching Shih, the most powerful pirate in history was a dragon. She succeeded in enacting a law that protected all women captured by pirates and was often ruthless and inflexible even with her own but like the others Xuan Zé willing to do anything to protect the Order of the Guardians.

And with the Xuan Zé women there were their companions.

Their True Companions. Sometimes platonic, sometimes romantic. Sometimes mother and son or brother and sister.

Alexander the Great was a peacock, Leonidas was a Black Cat, Isaac Newton was a horse, Julius Caesar was a tortoise.

Many of the most important characters in history were Xuan Zé even if in addition to them who were true reincarnated souls there were also the True Bearers, the only others who could use a Miraculous without it driving him crazy.

The Xuan Zé formed the Court of the Miraculous, an organ of the Order untouchable even by the Great Guardian with the power to judge the bearers and that thanks to their being united, their being a pack, their individual abilities were increased.

Marie had just defeated Stoneheart, Ivan's Akuma form and was in her grandfather's study with Tikki and Wayzz.

She had not had any problems thanks to his training and fortunately he had not forgotten to purify the akuma.

But his partner, Chat Noir, was too excited.

He was certainly not a Xuan Zé or he could have distinctly felt the suffering of poor Nooro once he transformed and consequently would not have treated all of this as an exciting adventure.

- He's not a Xuan Zé - she said to her grandfather as he poured her Jasmine tea.

- I know Marie - he conceded as she jerked her head up.

- He's not even a true carrier. He didn't feel Nooro's pain! -

The air in the room became colder as he named the kwami of the butterfly. His grandfather made a pained expression at this and put his hands in his lap with his head down.

- We need a Black Cat and he was the least corruptible - he said slowly - until He comes to Paris we can't do anything else. -

- Court must be formed - Marie murmured as Tikki nodded encouragingly.

- Master is right - said the Goddess of Creation - I hear some Xuan Zé here in Paris, they hear the call of Nooro and they will probably begin to warn Duusu. -

- Who? - Wang Fu asked suddenly much more cheerful.

One of the abilities of the struggling kwami was to call the Xuan Zé to the area they were in so that they could have as many soldiers as possible to help those who were already there.

- Chloé Bourgeois is the bee. Nino Lahiffe the turtle. Max Kanté the horse. Kim Le Chien is not a Xuan Zé but a True Bearer of the monkey, just as Nathanael is the true bearer of the mouse and Juleka Couffaine is the Xuan Zé of the tiger even though I feel the energy of the snake and a remote trace of the crocodile on her... - Tikki answered while Wayzz smiled with happiness.

- So many perfect souls are born! And the Lahiffe boy is one of mine! -

Wang smiled at the enthusiasm of his kwami. He was a True Carrier and the joy his kwami felt was great at that moment.

- Juleka probably has a brother. Or it's one of her parents. - considered Marie even if the fact that Chloe was a bee did not surprise her.

The girl was arrogant and very self-confident, as well as a good speaker. But you didn't have to judge people by appearances and she didn't know enough about Chloe to understand what made her this way.

She was a Xuan Zé and therefore could not be corrupted by superficial hatred or rancor.

- There is also the Kubdel girl of course - Tikki added as Wang bleached.

- The rabbit's Xuan Ze is already here - Wayzz whispered reverently.

He was one of the strongest kwamis but Fluff was totally on another level.

The rabbit, entrusted to the Original Kubdel Family, was a Miraculous that could not be controlled by anyone but the Black Cat. Not even Tikki had jurisdiction over him.

And the Kubdel girl was a very special Xuan Zé. While the others did not reincarnate in regular cycles and not always with her perfect half apart from the Black Cat and the Ladybug, she was born with each generation. She was literally speaking the mother of herself, forced to die in childbirth in order to be reborn. The Kubdel were powerful and received warnings from the future version of Xuan Zé about where to settle. If they had chosen Paris it was because there was a risk that the situation would degenerate.

- Alix. Alix Kubdel - Marie said to her grandfather.

He nodded before sighing. - Tikki do you perceive that other Xuan Zé have been created? -

Ladybug Kwami thought about it for a few seconds before nodding. - A girl in Russia is the she-wolf. She has a brother who is a Fox. Both Xuan Zè. -

Marie almost laughed at the implications of the matter. Fox and Wolf were two Miraculous almost always in pairs, like butterfly and peacock and monkey and horse. Brother and sister linked by something deeper than a simple blood bond. They would have been perfect.

- Perfect - her grandfather murmured, probably making the same reasoning.

- A London boy is the peacock and I hear that the Black Cat boy has just moved to America, before he was on the African continent. A girl from the United States is the Eagle and in Tokyo the Dragon Girl. I feel that the Dragon is also awake but I cannot understand where. And… a butterfly. A true bearer… probably, her daughter will be the Xuan Zé of Nooro. -

Wang nodded once more before deciding how to proceed.

- For now you'll be two and then I'll start seeing Xuan Zé already here. For now, the Court has not yet been formed. And above all we will not contact the foreign heroes. They are strong but have little control over their negative emotions and their bosses would like to have all the information about the Miraculous that we cannot give them. -

Marie bit her lip and lowered her head as her grandfather stroked her cheek.

- Marie - he whispered - You have to be patient. I know you want to see Hippolyta and Diana. -

- It's my daughter grandfather! - She snapped, clenching his fists. - My daughter who I haven't seen for centuries when I was last reincarnated four hundred years ago grandfather! My daughter who gave birth to a girl I have known for a short time! -

- When it's time - Wang said impassively.

She had had several children over the course of her lives but Hippolyta was the only immortal and one of those who had suffered the most. She had raised her with love until she had to go to war but was dead. When she reincarnated, she learned that she and her people had been abused by Hercules and his companions who had stolen her Amazon belt. Hippolyte, however, did not take revenge by order of Athena but her other daughter Antiope had sought revenge along with other companions, thus creating the tribe of Bana-Mighdall.

Antiope had died of old age having lost immortality once she left Paradise Island, but years later Hippolyta had a daughter created by Zeus with clay. Diana.

Marie, who was then the huntress Atalanta, met the child and raised her as a granddaughter for a few years when she was fifteen but had to leave. She had joined the Argonauts along with Jason and with her was also Heracles.

That was the only time Marie voluntarily harmed a man.

She was not proud of it even after centuries, but together with the Black Cat, her husband Hippomenes, she tortured the son of Zeus knowing that neither he nor Hera could save him from the Lady of Creation and the Duke of Destruction.

She did not kill him though, as Kubdel intervened when they were about to kill him and after healing him and taking his daughter's belt back he set him free.

She died the following year in a tough battle alongside Hippomenes and every time he reincarnated he always looked for his daughter and granddaughter.

And now that she was reborn after four hundred years he wanted to see her.

Hyppolita, Diana and her Black Cat.

- When it's time - Marie repeated.

And She really believed it.

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One hundred twenty, one hundred twenty-one, one hundred twenty-two ...

- I don't think it's healthy to do push-ups in the Batcave at five in the morning - Dick commented as he watched his younger brother perform gymnastic exercises.

Of all of them Damian was the one with the greatest work ethic when it came to body training. Probably due to the years spent in the League in the Assassins but that didn't change the fact that his brother was worse than Bruce on this one.

Breakfast. Work out. School. Work out. Tasks. Work out. Dinner. Work out. Patrol. Work out. Sleep. Work out.

The routine of the smallest of the Wayne household was nothing short of suicidal and neither Bruce nor Dick could change his mind.

Only Alfred could force Damian to take some time for himself and surprisingly once even Jason, after he came home late and had his head nearly cut off by Damian's katana, with which he was training for the corridors of the manor.

The anti-hero had threatened the child, at the time he was only ten years old and had lived with them for five months, with one of his rocket launchers before tying him to the bed with handcuffs.

The curses of the youngest had woken everyone up but Jason, the bastard was a cunning bastard, had set one of his own traps that would have guaranteed an electric shock to anyone who tried to pass.

Damian had been alert for only half an hour before collapsing and had slept thirty-six hours straight.

Thirty-six.

Jason's huge ego had only gotten bigger from there.

- I don't think it's healthy to poke around in other people's business - Damian said as Dick laughed.

- I don't understand why you worry about training so much. We also train every day you can just join us -

In fact, Damian had joined them.

In those years he was living with his father he had become faster, more resilient and more flexible.

He was thirteen and would have become a very strong Alpha, but his brothers, and Cassandra, trained far less than he thought.

- I like to train more than you do - Dick chuckled at Damian's words as Tim, Jason and Cassandra entered at that moment.

Tim was reading a book, Sun Tzu's Art of War, while Cassandra walked towards them as graceful as a dancer. Jason was currently devouring a huge hamburger, which made Damian grimace in disgust, regardless of the ketchup dripping onto his shirt.

- Come on - Stephanie yelled, hopping towards them, scattering glitter as Dick moaned, knowing he'd be the one to clean it up. - We go to the mall, Barbara is already waiting for us there and Bruce will leave soon -

Every week there was always the bond-family moment, which each of them strongly affirmed to detest with great amusement of Alfred, where each of them in turn chose where to go.

Stephanie always chose the mall and everyone found it unbearable.

Yet as he was dragged by his brothers to his room for a quick shower Damian smiled.

Radislav ran on, clutching Rhiannon to his chest as he heard the soldiers and widows of the Red Room chasing after them.

Radislav had always been the perfect soldier, ready to obey his mother's every wish.

Growing up to be the future leader of the Red Room Winter Soldiers division was not easy, subjected to constant survival tests, training hard every day and having to constantly watch your back and for this Radislav had probably become one of the biggest assholes of the earth, arrogant and narcissistic to the extreme, but there was a line that no one dared to cross, either among friends or enemies.       

And that was hurting Rhiannon.

His younger sister was physically perfect, her body a machine to kill and seduce men since she was a child, but she was mentally fragile.

Most importantly, Rhiannon was an omega.

And omegas weren't allowed in the Red Room.

Rhiannon, despite having achieved the Perfection required by the Room at the age of seven, had always been treated as inferior by the entire Alpha population of the base they lived in.

As if that weren't enough, their absolutely adorable and established psychopathic older sister hated Rhiannon's insides.

Roxanne Vorontsov was a strong Alpha but to fight, Rhiannon had always managed to beat her even as a child and when that evening their mother had proclaimed Rhiannon heir to the Red Room the grudge that Roxanne had been harboring for years had exploded. 

Her younger sister trusted very few people and unfortunately Roxanne was among them.

The eldest of the three Vorontsov brothers, half siblings since Roxanne's father was actually different, had deceived the youngest by leading her to the area of the base where only the three of them and no one else could enter and tortured her.

She did not tolerate that he was stronger than her but that she was an omega and not only had her mother allowed her to live but had named her his heir, it had been the ultimate joke.

The word MONSTER could be read on Rhiannon's back marked in her skin now.

And Radislav was out for the blood.

He had managed to find them just before Rhiannon was about to pass out and after fighting with Roxanne he had taken Rhiannon's body and ran off the base.

And that had happened three days ago.

He had never stopped and Rhiannon was still unconscious even though the brand was no longer so bad thanks to the snow and the herbal pack he had put on her.

Radislav dodged an arrow shot in his direction as he heard the soldiers getting closer and closer. Knowing that there was no other way out, he laid Rhiannon's body on the ground, his back turned upward, and turned to face the soldiers.

He felt his hands quiver as fangs and claws came out, his gray eyes now completely black, small veins around his eyes indicating his belonging to the Vorontsov family. Radislav was a killer and he craved blood, the thrill of struggle.

His inner Alpha screamed at him to tear them apart for what they would do to his pack member if they failed and a growl came out of his mouth.

The first soldier broke the neck.

At the second he slit his throat.

On the third, he fractured his skull by throwing him into a tree.

He stopped counting after the number thirty.

Is this what I am? He wondered as he spat out the blood of one of his victims. A bloodthirsty beast?

It took Radislav ten minutes to kill the squadron that had tracked him down first. More than fifty men in one night, he thought bitterly, the devil will be preparing something fun for you in hell, he told himself as he approached Rhiannon again who was awake.

- Radislav? - she whispered as he slipped his nose into the hollow of her neck to perfume her. Pine, snow and iron.

- Everything will be fine Маленький паук (Little spider) -

And ignoring the blood that covered him and exhaustion, Radislav spread his ivory wings, ignoring the cries of Roxanne approaching with her squadron as she took off.

For America. 

Where Tony Stark would receive a nice surprise three days later in the form of two wounded and bloodstained teenagers at the gate of the Avengers Compound, whose DNA test revealed their paternal origins.

And the silence that had fallen in the Avengers Meeting Room when Bruce Banner announced it with an incredulous expression on his face and warning that he had done the investigation three times already and that it was therefore absolutely true, was interrupted by Clint Barton who burst into to laugh.

- Congratulations Tony, they're twins. -

Natasha's slap was worth all of Tony's bewildered expression.

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Marie hurried to Francois Dupont college, trying not to overturn the box of macarons she was holding.

She was particularly late today as Roarr and Trixx had begged Marie for fifteen minutes to take them with her.

Marie knew very well that this went against as many as fifteen rules of the three hundred and twenty-seven of the Order of the Guardians regarding the treatment of the kwami but the little gods were becoming impatient to hear the auras of their Xuan Zè and not being able to reach them.

So, in the end she had given in by agreeing to bring only two of them at a time and the tiger and the fox had been the first.

Marie threw open the door to the classroom, where luckily Madame Bustier had not yet arrived and was about to sit in her usual seat in the second row when Alya's voice stopped her.

She and the Creole girl hadn't really bonded as Marie had spent a lot of time with Alix, Kim, Max and Juleka but what she saw surprised her anyway: her place was already occupied by a girl.

She was quite tall and slim and pretty even though she wasn't the prettiest girl Marie had ever seen. Olive green eyes and straight nose, dark brown hair set in what appeared to be a strange hairstyle that included two sausages on either side of the face.

- Hey Marie! This is Lila Rossi, she has just moved from Italy. Lila she is Marie Dupain Woosan moved from Tibet a few months ago -

Lila smiled a sweet smile that Marie didn't like right away before holding out her hand. - It's a pleasure to meet you Marie. You know I have been to Tibet with my mother who is an ambassador, I find it wonderful! -

Marie took her hand before slowly shaking it, trying to keep a polite look. - It is also a pleasure for me Lila. I recently moved to France, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask! I know Italian in case you have problems with French. -

Lila gave a chuckle that made Chloe, who was obviously listening, roll her eyes and shook her head. - Imagine I get along perfectly with French I receive private lessons from an early age in numerous languages - she bragged as Alya smiled.

- This is great Lila! How many do you know? - Alya asked enthusiastically while Marie still didn't know what Lila was doing in her place.

- French, Italian, German, Russian, Spanish and I'm learning Mandarin - she said proudly as she sent a hateful look to Marie who frowned. 

- Wie kommt es, dass Sie so viele Lila-Sprachen kennen? Möchten Sie Botschafterin wie Ihre Mutter werden? (How come you know so many languages Lila? Do you want to become an ambassador like your mother?) -

The girl stood motionless for a moment before laughing nervously. - What was Marie?- She asked, her voice becoming slightly more threatening.

Marie narrowed her eyes. She didn't like Lila, not at all. - German - She replied innocently as Lila froze in horror at being caught.

- I speak German, Japanese, Cantonese, Mandarin, Arabic, English, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Greek, Italian and a little Russian. I have taken private lessons since I was a child - Marie said as their companions looked at the two with wide eyes, probably not understanding why the two girls did not get along.

In fact Marie also spoke Persian, Tibetan, Latin, ancient Greek and knew several African and Norse dialects as well as of course the language of the Guardians.

Knowing many languages was necessary since in the future he would have to come into contact with the remaining members of the Order, scattered around the world.

- It's impossible. I know German and I don't - stammered the Italian as Alya glared at Marie.

- I guarantee you that it is - Max objected, adjusting his glasses.

Unfortunately, Lila was saved by Madame Bustier who entered the classroom at that moment and Marie had no choice but to go to the back of the classroom next to Nathanael still frowning.

- Everything good? - the red whispered as she nodded.

She had a strange feeling about Lila, but She preferred to keep it to himself.

Marie took a deep breath before running her wet hands through her loose hair.
The school year was almost over and it was particularly hot.

-I offer you a deal - said a voice behind her.

She turned to find Lila staring at her with her arms crossed. - Join me. You are considered a leader here, together we can run the school. We can even put the spoiled Chloé Bourgeois in its place. -

Marie tilted her head before frowning. - A leader does not need to prove himself, he is followed because he cares for his companions and feels responsible for what happens to them. What you want is to have lots of little servants, don't you? -

Lila blushed with rage before clenching her fists and pushing Marie against the wall. - Listen to me carefully Dupain Woosan. Either you are with me or you are against me! I gave you a chance to join me because it seemed to me that you were smarter than all those other sheep but evidently you are not. You have no idea how I can ruin you because if you get in my way, I will turn all your friends against you one after the other until you are alone! -

Marie widened her eyes in surprise but grabbed Lila's collar and brought her face close to her. - I was willing to give you a chance, even if you seemed nothing more than a liar but evidently you chose to try to scare me. Do what you want I don't care because in the end, when they find out it will be much worse than what happens if you immediately reveal all the lies you only told this morning. But as for taking away all my friends, you better be careful my dear because if you want to make me the bad girl I'll be happy to play her. - She ended with a grin on her face while Lila shivered slightly.

She dropped it to the floor before turning and leaving the bathroom. Lila could say and do what she wanted for what she was interested in. If She tried to spread rumors about her and really wipe out all her friendships then she would see who the true faithful friends were.

Chapter Text

Rhiannon opened her unnaturally green eyes, her blue now gone from the lazarus pit, and sat up in bed.

She was in a room that resembled the Red Room infirmary, or at least resembled what she had seen the few times she had been allowed to go and heal the cuts and bruises she got in training, and she carefully placed the feet on the ground trying to keep balance.

She was weaker than normal considering Black Widow's improved serum was running through her veins and She should have healed every wound already, but She managed to remain standing before slowly approaching the large mirror that occupied the wall opposite her bed.

A glass from the outside and a mirror inside. Elementary enough to be in the Avengers Compound, where Radislav had probably taken her, but considering she couldn't hear any noise from her room the walls had to be thick enough to hold something much bigger and physically stronger than she was. . .

Rhiannon did not turn as she heard the door open. Four people, three men and one woman. The woman had the almost impossible step to perceive showing that she was clearly well trained and the same for two of the men with her. The last one showed no training whatsoever, neither as a spy nor as a killer.

A doctor probably.

Her eyes instantly went black, her veins prominent, and her fangs slipped out as She turned. It may have been an omega but She was a very aggressive omega.

Natasha Romanoff. Clint Barton. Nick Fury. Bruce Banner.
For a moment silence reigned, interrupted only by the sound of their beats, then the princess of the Red Room spoke: - Where is my brother? -

The four looked at each other before Nick Fury answered. Clearly, being worried about her twin wasn't what they expected from one of the most sadistic killers in the world.

- Your brother is in the kitchen having breakfast Miss Stark. If you want to follow us you can meet him so we can discuss recent events. -

Rhiannon nodded as she was accompanied, read escorted, by three of the top S.H.I.E.L.D. and the civilian Hulk.

If she hadn't been sure that the Avengers were a team of heroes and not some super secret criminal organization she would have tried to escape.

Agent Barton had only to break his wrists to make him useless: while he was a skilled martial artist, he was certainly not at his level and with

out his hands he could not use his bow with which it was lethal. Nick Fury was a tough nut to crack: a true black belt veteran of two martial arts as well as skilled in the use of at least fifteen different firearms and capable of piloting anything. She could have brought him down with some effort and goodwill in normal situations, but her body was still tired thanks to her fucking psycho half-sister.

Then there was Natasha. Or Natalia, as Rhiannon called her in her head. With her same type of training if not slightly easier since he was not the Heir, but Natalia had been Perfect for years. Rhiannon was strong but Natalia had experience; Black Widow would certainly have been quite a pain in the ass in a duel in her current physical state.

Finally there was Bruce Banner. Hulk. The improved serum of the Black Widow, mixed with the Infinity that guaranteed her a slowed aging and that of the Winter Soldier, had given life to a lethal combination. Rhiannon's normal strength was almost as good as Superboy and Wonder Girl. She could survive the Hulk even if not defeat him, but She had never tried so She had no idea how the fight could end, and She was in no condition to face him.

It took a total of four minutes and seventeen seconds to get to the kitchen of the Avengers' private apartments.

Rhiannon had learned from an early age that numbers were among her few friends. They were always in the same order and had never betrayed her. 365 days a year. 12 months. 7 days a week. 24 hours in one day. 60 minutes in an hour. 3600 seconds in 60 minutes. The Russian alphabet has 33 letters. Her birthday is May 30th. The first twenty numbers of Pi are 3,
1415926535 897932384. She was 5 feet tall.

Roxanne tortured her for 37 minutes and 50 seconds. She had screamed for the first time at 18. The first time she killed, she was 5 years old. The first time She killed it were 17 little girls with their bare hands whose only fault was that they were not good enough by the standards of the Red Room.

She was 7 when she, Radislav and the two Al Ghul princes, Mara and Damian, clashed in a friendly match. The first time she was immersed in the pit of Lazarus.

Rhiannon was pulled out of her thoughts when the familiar smell of her brother reached her: lemon, salt, and steel. - Alpha? - She called as she and her companions entered the kitchen.

Radislav whirled towards her, his expression almost on the verge of despair with worry.

His brother was the strongest person She knew. A war machine with blades, its strength superior to that of Captain America himself, would probably have given Superman a run for his money. And his wings… Radislav was a mutant whose mutation allowed him to fly thanks to his beautiful ivory wings at very high speed. His brother was perfect. Beautiful, strong and above all Alpha. Lord Charon. 

She was the only Omega ever born among the Vorontsovs even though her conception itself was a miracle. She and Radislav had been put in a car during the nine months that Raya Vorontsov, also Alpha as well as Tony Stark, was expected to go through pregnancy.

Talia Al Ghul wanted Batman's perfect genetics in her son. Raya Vorontsov wanted Iron Man's QI in hers.

Radislav was her Alpha because of their family bond until she could find a mate who didn't run away from a child killer, Lady Morrigan, full of grudges against most of the people who had ever been a part of her life until then, with a horribly mutilated back and a serious bipolar problem not to mention diagnosed psychopathy.

Radislav hugged her tightly, careful not to hurt her back by plunging her face into the hollow of her neck. - Younger sister - she called faintly as Rhiannon let out a faint sob for the first time in years.

- Older brother - She replied, smiling against his shoulder.

Radislav broke away, taking her face in his hands and looking into her eyes. Green and gray. - You look good - he declared.

The bond of the twins, which allowed him to always be connected with the mood of the other. - You too - she replied, wiping a tear with the back of her hand.

Her brother seemed to realize where they were because he stepped in front of her baring his fangs. A boy who would become one of the strongest Alphas in the world who defied the Avengers openly.

Then Tony Stark stepped forward. Alcohol, cologne, gasoline and titanium.

But above all… home. That man, Rhiannon clearly knew, was her father.

Radislav's gray eyes and sharp jaw, Rhiannon's shape of eyes and smile.

She looked at his brother who seemed even more cautious at seeing his father, only relaxing as Tony slowly exposed his throat.

Submission from an Alpha to an Alpha.

And Radislav let go of the tension on his shoulders and broke off.

He was fourteen. He was one of the most feared killers on the planet. He was fourteen. He would have protected his sister at any price. He was fourteen. He was raised to be the strongest weapon in the world. He was fourteen. In the Red Room the emotions were severely punished, they were a weakness. He was fourteen. He had been suffering from anxiety and panic attacks for nearly a year. He was fourteen. He was just a fourteen-year-old boy and had already lived too much for his age, all child killers did.

For the first time in fourteen years, in her father's arms she allowed herself to be frail and wept until her throat began to ache from screaming.

He was a ruthless murderer, one of the most sadistic. But he could pretend to be a normal fourteen-year-old even for a few hours with his whole life ahead of him. That he could find a partner and go to college. He would never be any of that, but while he was in his father's arms he could pretend to be normal and not a monster.

Trust is an interesting concept. Trust is when as a child you are in the arms of your parents and believe that nothing will go wrong as long as you have them. Trust is when you are certain that your best friend will not leave you.

Trust, Marie decided, was definitely underestimated.

Marie is a bully.

Marie pushed me down the stairs.

Marie stole my necklace.

Marie, Marie, Marie ...

Three fucking weeks and his only friends left in class were Alix, Kim, Max, a reluctant Juleka too shy to take a stand, a frightened Nathanael who preferred to poke his nose into his sketchbook, and a confused Nino who loved Alya too much to really be able to.

Now, as she walked around the school she had to be careful to dodge tripping and do her best to ignore the dirty looks of the other pupils.

She was no longer the sweet Marinette “Marie” Dupain Woosan, daughter of the best bakers in Paris always willing to offer sweets to her friends and with a love for fashion.

No, now Marie was the villain of the College Francois Dupont who pushed poor Lila Rossi whenever no one looked.

From the conflict of Liar-la, however, four not insignificant things had happened.

The first was Chloé Bourgeois. The Princess of Paris was immediately on Marie's side in the Lila situation. Probably because with politics running through her veins, Chloé could sniff out a liar for over a mile. The combative blonde had spent a month defending Marie from Lila's accusations by presenting evidence against evidence, gradually gaining the esteem of the "Three protectors of MDW" or Kim, Alix and Max.

Then Chloé had lost Sabrina, the girl whom even though she treated like a servant she had always helped and encouraged. And if earlier Chloé had found it amusing to counter Lila and her lies probably because given her future as a lawyer she enjoyed participating in the debates, even when she was hateful Marie admired her sharp tongue, now ... now it had become personal.

She showed up at the bakery holding two bags with rolls of cloth worth a total of $ 200 to apologize for all the things she had ruined for her over the course of the year, and while it was way too much, Marie had found herself forced to accept them. Also brought a bulletin board to stick in Marie's room with the words "Let's knock down Liar-la Rossi".

Needless to say, she was now officially one of Alix's favorite people, who had been giggling for days after the nickname Chloé had found.

Another person to the future court.

The second thing was Kagami Tsurugi.

The strongest person in their group. Cold as ice and merciless as fire. A master swordswoman who had immediately bonded with Caterina.

Growing up sheltered and with a great desire to explore the world, Kagami was a faithful friend, one for life. Ready to do everything for you until you hurt them.

Since Marie had impressed Kagami's mother, Tomoe Tsurugi, in a small friendly duel against the former fencing champion, she had agreed to let Kagami out more often as long as they sometimes trained together.

Kagami from that day was Marie's unofficial second-in-command willing to shove a blade into her chest at her request, knowing that Marie would have valid reason to ask.

Fu had been impressed by Kagami. Skilled with the blade and with a mind almost as sharp as Chloé's (they found out a few weeks after the blonde joined the group that she was a Max level genius. She already knew half of the French constitution by heart, not to mention a lot of others. notions in all fields and hacker skills as those of Markov).

And then there was Luka Couffaine, Juleka's twin. The older brother Marie didn't know she should have. Incredibly caring and protective, different from Kagami's coldness or Chloé's explosiveness.

Luka had heard her talk about her frustration with Lila, Miss Bustier entrusting her with her job and had even removed her suppressants around him knowing that she could trust him with the secret of being the future strongest Omega in the world.

Luka had been a breath of fresh air in those increasingly tough weeks.

And finally, there was Adrien Agreste.

The model had been her friend, one of the best She could ask for despite growing up isolated from the world. He was also Chat Noir, She could feel the aura of destruction around him.

But slowly Marie had begun to notice his almost possessive behavior towards his comrades and his tendency to remain silent while keeping out of the ongoing conflict.

Because Adrien was a boy used to ignoring the lies in the media and he intended to treat Lila the same way because no one was getting hurt.

But why then did Lila's lies hurt Marie?

The constant tension in class and at school, the burden of not having to let her emotions show themselves for fear of being akumized, the work as a class representative, the training as a guardian.

A single tear washed down Marie's cheek as she thought about it all.

We are just kids.

And while she was holding back a sob so as not to wake Tikki it seemed to her that a voice was laughing behind her.

You are just one of many child soldiers in this world, little omega. You can never be just kids. Because none of you have ever been.

 The Titans were allies, Damian realized.

Allies with incredible abilities who had spent most of their lives in the shadow of their mentors, but Damian knew they all had the ability to become something much greater.

They were his team, his responsibility, and even though he knew he was pretty tough at times, it was certainly better than risking that his negligence in having them coach would put them in danger.

Basically, he was an asshole who cared about them.

But right now, he was the guy who was about to become their Alpha.

Koriand'r was pregnant with Richard's son, a little girl.

And clearly, he couldn't be the foreman for long.

Nightwing wanted to be next to his pregnant wife, Red Hood… here Damian didn't even want to imagine his idiot older brother leading a backseat team.

Probably, he would have convinced them that wearing leather jackets and representing what a father fears in their daughter's boyfriend was okay.

Red Robin was on a mission with Batgirl and Signal, as far as Black Bat was in Hong Kong.

So, as the only Alpha and person most prepared for the role, it was up to him to be the official squad leader.

He looked at the boys he was supposed to lead, his pack.

And he swore he wouldn't let them down.

Chapter Text

Tuesday morning was always calmer than on other days.

Sabine got up to run the shop after Tom had made the bread and various sweets early in the morning and only took a break at lunchtime when Marie came home from school.

This morning had started as usual but Sabine was distracted from her usual activities in the absence of a customer when the door opened.

The woman was tall for her Asian origins, long black hair gathered in two side braids. The clothes She wore were of excellent workmanship, all of them in shades of red and her face wore no wrinkles even though She was now in her mid-40s, She had brown eyes that despite the warm color managed to freeze anyone on the spot.

- Hello sister - greeted Sandra Woosan, aka Lady Shiva, smiling at Sabine.

- Sandra - she replied annoyed without showing signs of nervousness.

Sandra would have known if Sabine tried to attack. Sandra always understood that, she had been the best of the three Woosan sisters. - What brings you to Paris? Did I think you were dead? -

Her younger sister gave no sign of disturbance to her words, curiously observing the shelves where the flours were on display. - I see you opened a bakery. I remember when you went out with a baker's son in Chicago. Things have not changed sister -

- I tried to hunt down your killer. I never found him, dad was afraid that I would get too close to the League with my research. -

- And that would be bad? Tell me sister who helped me overcome Carolyn's death? -

Sabine knew the answer and didn't like it at all. - Dad would have helped Sandra. -

- Dad is nothing but a failure who caused the fall of his own Order. If we wanted, we Woosan could rule all the killers in the world. With the strength of the Miraculous and our fighting skills, the Al Ghul and Vorontsov would bow at our feet - although the tone of voice hadn't changed, Sabine could see the tension in her shoulders and tried to calm her down.

- I wouldn't make Marie fight and Dad is too old despite his great powers. Just as I know you no longer consider the two of us as a team since Carolyn died. Who are you talking about? -

Sandra seemed to understand what she had revealed and knew her sister would not let her out of this. - You are not the only one with a daughter. Her name is Cassandra, she is my killer. -

Sabine's accumulated anger over the years at believing the only remaining sister dead dissipated when she realized what it meant that the killer was her niece. - Did you force your daughter into a deadly fight only to finally find your equal? - She asked in disgust.

- The girl won. And in any case, I don't consider her my daughter. Not counting who the father is. -

- Cain - Sabine said with a sigh. Her sister had always been dramatic.

- She's quite clever, She works in Hong Kong under the protection of the bat. - Sandra commented, observing the pastries on display. - I'd like a cream brioche -

Sabine put the pasta in a paper bag, handing it to her sister. - Will you tell me why you are here or do I have to assume that you are tired of pretending to be dead to your own sister? -

- Marie is fourteen. I know from the rumors underground that She has many suitors for the conclave. When father announced She was omega He attracted a lot of big fish to our family. Connor Hawke. Damian Al Ghul. Rick Sionis. Radislav Vorontsov. These are just a few on the list of villains and anti-heroes who want her as a mate. - 

- So? Sabine asked, challenging her sister with her eyes.

- You and father put a target on Marie. In the realm of shadows everyone knows that She will be the strongest omega in the world, just as everyone knows that She will be the next Great Guardian. They will tear it to pieces once it reaches the underground, forced as a trophy companion to the alpha strong enough that will win the conclave. - Sandra said, turning her back to Sabine. - When Paris falls and her identity is exposed to the world, governments will have to decide: either they will bow before the Queen of wolves, or they will try to eliminate her. They will be afraid of her power, of what it represents for all those considered criminals. -

- Or? - Sabine asked, observing her sister walking towards the exit.

- A Queen who will do us justice, willing to slaughter anyone who comes between her and her people. -

Sabine clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, ready to respond in kind to her sister.

But when she opened them again Lady Shiva was already gone.

Francois Dupont college was in turmoil that day.

Apparently there was nothing strange: Lila and her "followers" were in the center of the courtyard listening excitedly while the Italian girl told another of her stories and the other students were scattered in small groups.

The roar of a motorcycle, however, distracted everyone from what they were doing, and the students watched in amazement as it pulled up in front of Francois Dupont College.

Two boys got off the bike, a boy and a girl.

The boy made several girls whisper as he took off his helmet, revealing his aristocratic face and chiseled jaw sporting a shit-eating smirk that made each boy hug his girlfriend to him. He wore biker pants and a black leather jacket that did nothing but highlight his muscular physique and it wasn't just the school's female population who sighed as he ran a hand through his dark brown hair that looked incredibly soft.

The boy turned to his companion who seemed to be an exact female replica of him if not for the different colors. Her hair was blood red in two braids on either side of her head, and her eyes highlighted with a line of black liner were a beautiful green. She wore a leather jacket like the boy who was almost certainly her twin brother and underneath it a red dress that came up to her thighs made some alpha whistles, immediately silenced by her brother's growl.

- Do you know how to get to the principal's office? - Asked the boy with a faint Russian accent in his perfect French.

- Yup! I accompany you! I'm Aurore Boreal - Aurore Boreal offered himself extending his hand first to the girl who looked at her for a second before shaking it.

- Rhiannon and Radislav Stark. - she introduced herself with a cold and calculating smile, clearly studying Aurore who narrowed slightly under the intensity of that gaze.

The trio quickly disappeared towards the office of Headmaster Damocles and while Lila was thinking about how she could use the Stark brothers to her advantage by recognizing them as the sons of the famous billionaire discovered only a few months earlier, Marinette was thinking only of one thing at that moment.

The fox and the she-wolf have arrived.

After exiting the office of that headmaster's excuse, Rhiannon followed her brother and Aurore into Caline Bustier's class, biting her lip in a small show of nervousness that stopped immediately.

It was the first time she went to school: when she was younger she was taught by private tutors exclusively for her and when she trained with the other cadets in the Red Room she was still treated like a princess.

The heiress of the empire of the assassins of the north.

Rhiannon and Radislav had lived in New York for a few months, living in the Avengers Tower and learning to be ordinary teenagers with the help of their adoptive brother, Peter Parker.

But even knowing their background, when they were kidnapped following an attack on the Luthor Gala they were forced to attend as the new heirs of Stark Industries, Tony chose to ship them along with Happy as far away from New York as possible believing that keeping a low profile abroad would have helped.

Thanks to the training of the room, Rhiannon was an impeccable dancer, not that she had no choice but to be perfect, and therefore she had asked Radislav to go to Paris to join one of the many musical theatrical companies in the French capital.

Her older brother had never had the heart to deny her anything since they were children and this time he was no exception.

Still, Rhiannon was not at all well.

She had been nauseous since they had set foot in France, so much so that She believed there was an early heat.

Aurore accompanied them to the classroom, disappearing after a quick farewell from Radislav and the two brothers looked at each other before Rhiannon knocked on the door.

The auburn-haired young woman smiled at the two. - Good morning! I'm Caline Bustier, are you new students? -

- Yes - answered Radislav with a charming smile - I am Radislav Stark and she is my twin Rhiannon. We are from New York –

Rhiannon studied the pupils present in the class: the girl with two sausages on the sides of her head with a look too mischievous for her good, the girl with purple highlights who observed her brothers with little veiled interest, the red-haired artist.

None of them were a threat to either her or Radislav, but then She saw her.

She was petite, but clearly muscular, and of Asian descent.

She reminded Rhiannon of a statue, given her being perfectly still, but the omega looked at her with blue eyes that seemed to read her soul and Rhiannon understood that she would tear anyone to pieces for that girl.

She moved perfectly silently towards her, ignoring the questions of the teacher and the other classmates, reassuring her brother with a barrage of pheromones.

The redhead looked at the ravenette and felt her nausea disappear as the lazarus green met the sapphire blue.

She felt complete, as if the center of her existence was attracted to the other omega that had risen.

- My name is Rhiannon Katarina Stark. -

Lady Morrigan, the most feared child murderer in the world, held out her wrist to the unknown one.

- My name is Marinette Dupain Woosan. -

Ladybug, niece of the legendary Lady Shiva and next guardian of the Miraculous, rubbed the glands on their wrists in what was a clear sign of acceptance.

Rhiannon could have cried, for what was the first time in her life when she realized that the Queen of Wolves had accepted her.

But then, Lila Rossi spoke.

- You should stay away from Marinette. She is nothing but a bully and a liar. You can sit next to me! I'm Lila Rossi and my mom is an ambassador - Radislav looked at the girl with the sausage hair and noticed that his sister had stiffened.

When Rhiannon smiled mischievously her twin knew he had to prepare for the coming storm.

- Look in the mirror and say it again with the same courage. - Sausage-hair panted and Radislav chuckled at her twin's words.

- Hey! Lila was nothing but kind to warn you - protested a blonde haired girl but Rhiannon pouted a little. - This is my being kind -

- So you're a bitch - growled a blond boy sitting in the front row.

- Adrien, what would dad say if he found out you were saying that to Tony Stark's daughter. - the voice of the girl that Radislav recognized as Chloé Bourgeois was sweet as honey, despite her words being so cold that Adrien stopped.

- Why are you all so mean to me? - Sausage-hair burst into tears and Rhiannon rolled her eyes.

- Because I've known you for like five seconds but you're unbearable -

The girl next to Lila rose furious before she walked over to Rhiannon and slapped her.

There was a moment of silence before a broad smile appeared on her twin's face, but all Radislav could hear was anger, so strong that he felt as if he had been immersed in one of Lazarus' pits.

- How dare you? - Charon's growl split the air and those present moved away from him.

- Radislav calm down -

His sister's words had the opposite effect and his fangs became visible.

Radislav hear the other students scream as a black butterfly clung to his ring, a peace offering given to him by Damian Al Ghul years ago, but all Radislav heard was a voice.

Radislav Stark, one of the strongest Alphas on earth. I offer you the power to protect your beloved twin, in return you must bring me the miraculous of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

Radislav looked at the slap mark on Rhiannon's face.

- Yes Hawkmoth -

Those present started screaming in panic and some ran away trying to get away from him.

Then get up Knight.