Chapter: Chapter 30Abel’S POVThe gates of the Lamb estate swung open slowly, the iron bars groaning in the quiet night.The mansion loomed ahead as Abel drove up the winding driveway, a massive beast of stone and glass sitting dark against the sky. A place that never really felt like home.He parked the car and killed the engine, his hands still buzzing with adrenaline from his meeting with Vance a few hours ago.He checked his phone. It was 2:15 AM.Sam was probably sleeping by now. Abel had dropped him off at his place about half an hour ago and then came home himself. Vance was probably working, running some digital tracking algorithms to find the car owner or where that was parked right now.His instruction was for Abel to go home and get some rest while he handled the rest of the work.rest? As if he could sleep knowing his dead wife might be alive somewhere.Abel walked up the front steps and unlocked the front door. The foyer was silent, the marble floors gleaming in the moonlight filtering thro
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Chapter: Chapter 29Abel’S POVThe windshield wipers slashed back and forth, fighting a losing battle against the drizzle that had started up again.Inside the car, the air was thick enough to choke on.Abel had been talking for twenty minutes straight, telling Sam everything.About the way Olivia walked around the rug the first day she came to the manor. The way she hummed a French lullaby that Helen used to sing. He told him in full detail about the panic attack at the gala, not just the psychotic break everyone else saw.And finally, he told him about the deceased doctor that allegedly has his signature signed all over her medicals in Chicago.Sam hadn't said a word. He just sat there, staring out into the dark streets of Chicago through his window, his jaw working as he chewed his gum."Say something," Abel said, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.Sam let out a long breath, his gaze never leaving his window."You know how this sounds, right?" Sam asked quietly. "It just sounds like grief, Abe
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Chapter: Chapter 28Abel’S POVThe restaurant was quiet. A little too quiet.Beverly Royale was the kind of place where people whispered instead of talked. The only sounds were the soft clinking of silver forks against plates, and the low hum of music from the speakers on the wall. It was expensive, exclusive, and completely lifeless.Abel sat in the same private section where he always sat near the window. Outside, the streets were dark and wet with rain. Inside, the candlelight on the table flickering on the face of the woman sitting across from him.Isabella.She was dressed in a deep emerald green that matched her eyes, her blonde falling in a perfect curtain around her shoulders with her back perfectly straight, and her hands folded gracefully in her lap. She was beautiful, there was no denying that. She was the perfect picture of a CEO’s wife."The truffle risotto is excellent," Isabella said softly. She took a tiny bite, barely opening her mouth. "You really should try it, Abel."Abel looked down
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Chapter: Chapter 27Abel’S POVThe elevator ride up to the top floor felt different this time. Usually, the steel box felt like a cage lifting Abel back to his prison. But now, the walls didn't feel like the were closing around himDo whatever you want.Arthur’s words were still ringing in his ears when the doors slid open.He stepped into the outer office where his Secretary, Sarah, was typing furiously on her keyboard. She looked up, her eyes wide behind her glasses. She had probably heard the rumors. In a building like this, gossip traveled faster than light, and she likely thought he was coming back to pack up his things."Mr. Lamb!" she gasped, standing up so quickly her chair rolled back. "I… we heard shouting. Is everything…?" She trailed off, too afraid to ask if he had been fired.Abel stopped at her desk, unbuttoned his suit jacket. "Everything is fine, Sarah," he said. "The board had a spirited debate, that’s all.” He gave her a small, reassuring nod.“I’m not going anywhere."Sarah let out a b
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Chapter: Chapter 26Abel’S POVThe piece of paper in Abel's pocket felt heavier than a brick.He walked down the long corridor of the executive wing, the silence pressing against his ears. Ten minutes ago, this hallway had been filled with the noise of board members murmuring and hissing. Now, it was just him and the soft hum of the air conditioning.He reached the end of the hall. The double doors of the Chairman’s office loomed in front of him. They were old-fashioned, made of solid oak, a stark contrast to the glass and steel that made up the rest of the building.Arthur Sterling.He was the last relic of Abel's father’s era. A man who believed in handshakes over contracts and silence over shouting.Abel took a deep breath, adjusting his tie. Why the secrecy? Why slide a note across the table like a high school student passing a message in class? He could have just emailed him. Or phoned his office.But Arthur never did things the easy way did he?Abel pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside.Th
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Chapter: Chapter 25Maria’S POVThe hallway outside the boardroom was lined with modern art, the kind you would find in museums and art galleries. Maria hated it. Just like she hated the meeting they had just finished.She walked down the corridor, her heels clicking hard against the marble floor.Board members were still moving about near the elevators. One of the board members, George, was whispering to the head of Marketing. They stopped talking immediately when they saw her coming, straightened their ties and offered her tight, nervous smiles."Mrs. Lamb," George said, nodding his head. "Intense meeting today."Maria didn't stop walking, not bothering to turn her head fully as she walked past him. She just gave him a smile that made sure it didn't reach her eyes."A fight for change is always intense, George," she said smoothly. "But also, always necessary."She breezed past them, keeping her back straight and her chin high. She was the picture of calm. A perfect supportive stepmother and concerned
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Camelot's Secret Heir: Bound to the Lycan King
"Love doesn't protect the border," he said, rejecting her while she carried his secret heir.
Five years later, she is the fake fiancée of his deadliest enemy... and she’s hiding a child with the Golden Eyes of a King.
"I reject you, Elara Vance."
Five years ago, Alpha Kael of Camelot chose power over love.
Believing the lies of his corrupt Oracle and Elara’s own foster sister, he publicly banished his fated mate on his ascension day, leaving her with nothing but a broken heart—and a secret growing inside her.
Now, Elara is a rogue herbalist living in the shadows, her life revolving around her five-year-old son, Leo.
But Leo carries a deadly curse.
To save him, Elara must venture into uncharted territory to steal a legendary Orchid from the most dangerous man on the continent: King Darius of the Lycans.
She infiltrates the Palace, but the Ruthless King catches her red-handed.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't snap your neck right now," Darius growls.
"Because," Elara gasps, "I'm the only one who can wake your guards up."
Intrigued by her skills and cornered by the Council into a forced marriage, Darius offers Elara a devil’s bargain:
The Orchid for her life.
"Marry me for one year. Convince the world you are mine, and I will save your son."
Elara accepts, dyeing her son’s hair black to hide his identity.
But deception is fragile.
When a Peace Summit brings her vengeful Ex to the palace, Elara’s secrets are one washed-out hair dye away from being revealed.
With a Lycan King stealing her heart and an Alpha hunting her son, Elara must decide:
Keep running, or unleash the wolf within.
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Chapter: Chapter 7: Even Heaven demands death.-ELARA-The sun was just beginning to bleed over the horizon as we reached the ridge overlooking Rogue City. From up here, the sprawling slums looked peaceful– a grey scab on the landscape below us. But I knew better. Down there, desperation had teeth.Marcus pulled back on the reins, bringing the horse to a halt. The beast huffed, stomping at the ground as if unhappy about being so close to the stench of the lower city."We ride down," Marcus said, shifting his weight in the saddle. "We grab the boy, and we leave.""No," I said. I slid off the back of the horse before he could protest, my boots hitting the mud with a wet slap. "We can't go down there.""It wasn't a request," Marcus said, his voice cold. He pulled on the reins, turning the horse’s head to begin the descent."And I'm telling you it's a mistake," I countered sharply, stepping in front of the beast. "You can't ride a Lycan warhorse down there! If you ride that beast into the slums, you'll paint a target on our backs. A
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Chapter: Chapter 6: The King’s Watchdog.-ELARA-The heavy oak doors of the Throne Room groaned shut behind me, severing the connection to the chaos inside, the heavy silence of the corridor crashing down on me like a physical weight.Marcus didn't speak, and strode ahead without waiting or looking at me, his silk robes rustling in the bitter wind. I trailed behind him, clutching my empty satchel to my chest. My heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs as the adrenaline from the throne room began to fade, leaving only the icy terror of what I had just done.I had lied to a room full of apex predators. A council of the most dangerous people in the continent. And had bound my son to a throne built on blood.As we swept down the grand hallway, past alcoves and guard posts, servants flattened themselves against the walls, making way for us and lowering their heads. Well, for Marcus. But I could feel their gazes crawling over me. I heard the sharp intake of breath as they took in my muddy boots leaving tracks on
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Chapter: Chapter 5: Two lies make a third.-ELARA-I didn't have time to wash the mud from my boots. I barely had time to wipe the dirt from my face with the hem of my dress before Darius was moving, and I was forced to move with him.He didn't drag me, but he didn't exactly wait for me either. His large, rough hand engulfed mine, his grip firm and possessive, pulling me down the long, torch-lit corridor.I was breathless, trying to keep up with his pace. Every step Darius took was heavy with purpose, his boots echoing like thunder against the stone floor. He towered over me, a mountain of black fabric and muscle, making me feel small beside him.As we swept down the hallway, the Lycan guards posted at intervals collapsed into bows, snapping their fists to their chests and lowering their heads as Darius passed, their eyes fixed on the floor, too terrified to meet his gaze.Behind us, Marcus trailed close. He walked with his arms folded tightly behind his back, his head bowed in a mixture of reverence and anxiety, like a man wa
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Chapter: Chapter 4: The Devil's Contract.-ELERA-"A negotiation," Darius repeated, the word rolling off his tongue with dark amusement. "You are in no position to negotiate, little thief.I could summon a dozen guards to replace the ones you drugged. I could have you skinned and hung from the gates as a warning to the next rogue who thinks my sanctuary is a garden."I swallowed hard, chest burning as my mind panicked for what to say next."You could," I rasped, my voice returning. "But then you’d never know how I brewed a sedative strong enough to drop a Lycan in ten seconds without magic.”Darius tilted his head at me, his grip on my neck slowly easing. His fingers lingered on my pulse point for one terrifying second longer, then he released me.He took a step back, the cold aura of his power retracting just enough to let me gasp for air. I slumped against the stone dais, clutching my throat, heart still slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird but I forced myself to meet his gaze.His hand shot at me, stripped the satch
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Chapter: Chapter 3: The Shadow in the Lion’s Den-ELERA-The Obsidian Palace looked nothing like a home. It looked like a weapon carved from black mountain stone.I crouched in the mud at the base of the perimeter wall, the rain plastering my hair to my skull. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, but my hands were steady. Like the hands of a surgeon and a herbalist."Three," I whispered, watching the patrol pattern of the Lycan guards above. " Two… One."The guards turned the corner.I didn't have wolf speed nor Alpha strength. But I had desperation. And I had chemistry.I pulled a small, wax-sealed pouch from my belt. Inside was a blend of crushed Valerian root, concentrated Lavender oil, and a pinch of Midnight Moss. It was a potent, fast-acting sedative I had brewed myself.I didn't plan to kill anyone. Killing a Lycan guard would bring an army down on the Rogue City. I just needed them to sleep for a bit.I tossed the pouch over the wall, letting the wind carry the faint, sweet scent downward. And soon the soun
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Chapter: Chapter 2: The Boy with the Burning Blood.-ELARA-(Five Years Later)Rogue City didn't smell like rain and pine like the forests of Camelot. It smelled of wet dog, desperate unwashed bodies, and the metallic tang of blood that never quite scrubbed out of the cobblestones."Hold still, Leo," I murmured, dipping a toothbrush into the tin cup mixture of charcoal dust and walnut oil.Leo sat impatiently on a crate at the corner of our cramped, one room apartment while I painted the thick, black sludge over his hair."I hate this black goop," he scrunched his nose. "It itches.”"I know, baby," I said, brushing a lock of his hair aside. Beneath the artificial black, his roots were glowing a bright, shimmering gold. A mark of his Camelot blood. The mark of the man who wanted us dead. "But we have to be invisible. Remember the game? We are shadows.""Shadows don't have gold hair," Leo recited the rule we lived by."Exactly.".At five years old, Leo was already too smart for his own good. He didn't look like me. He had his father’s sh
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