LOGIN“But that is not why we are here today. I am standing before you to declare that I am no longer hiding. I have come here, not just to reclaim my name, but to reveal the truth I have carried for far too long.”I looked to Kingston for strength, and he gave it to me without speaking.“I am the mate an
CoraI stood behind the velvet curtain, clutching the notecards in my hands, though I already knew every word by heart. My palms were damp, my heart pounding with a rhythm that rivaled a war drum.On the other side of the curtain, I could hear the murmuring crowd of reporters, council members, ambas
“If I’m going to lead—if I’m going to unite three entire species—I can’t do it from the shadows. I have to own my truth. Even if people hate me for it. I’ve hidden for too long.”Kingston reached for my hand and laced his fingers with mine. “Then we go public. Together.”The announcement was schedul
CoraThe prophecy had felt like a distant, mythical thing since I had first heard of it. But according to Kingston, I wasn’t the only one who had a vague understanding of its importance and purpose.Kingston had told me that for so long, it had been something buried in the dusty pages of old werewol
Liana stood beside me, her arms crossed.“I get the impression you didn’t want to like me,” she said without preamble.I glanced at her. “I’m not going to lie. No, I didn’t.”She smirked. “Fair. I wouldn’t have liked myself either in your shoes. You thought I was here to take your place.”“You are,”
CoraI hadn’t expected to be this nervous.Dinner had always felt like a mundane task, a way to keep myself and Riley fed, something to do while the evening passed. It was rare that a special occasion put an emphasis on the meal.But tonight, the table was set with care, Kingston had cooked, and the
CoraWhen I opened the break room door and saw Ethan pacing with a coffee cup in each hand, I knew something was wrong. Ethan never paced. He was too laid-back, too calculated for that.He turned the moment he saw me, handing me one of the cups without a word. It was my usual—black with a splash of
The lights dimmed. I pressed play.The video ran—silent, clear, damning. The room shifted. Whispers rose, then quieted.When it ended, I stepped forward.“I’m not here to beg for sympathy,” I said, my voice steady. “Or to pretend I’m something I’m not. I’m a human. And in this moment—this photo that
CoraThe company-wide email hit my inbox first thing in the morning.Subject: “Our New Alpha King”I stared at the bold headline as the room around me seemed to go still. My coffee sat forgotten at my elbow, steam curling in lazy ribbons. A thousand unread messages blinked in the corner of my screen
Kingston Tensions buzzed through the air like electricity before a storm. Throughout all of the chaos of the last few weeks, simmering beneath the surface had been the impending Alpha King elections. I had nearly forgotten about them in the chaos of the lab burning down. And Cora. Cora, covered i







