INICIAR SESIÓNAmber POVSamuel White announced the merger less than a week later.Publicly, it was described as visionary.A strategic consolidation between the White company, the real estate branch Oscar had built with me, and White Lotus Construction—Samuel White’s personal empire.On paper, it looked perfect.The media praised it relentlessly.Financial analysts called it “a generational restructuring.”Investors celebrated the possibility of centralized leadership.Market projections exploded overnight.And most importantly—It gave Samuel White complete control.Exactly as intended.Jason watched the live announcement beside me from the office lounge, one arm resting behind my chair while Samuel White smiled confidently from every financial screen in the country.“My son has done exceptional work creating and growing the company and Adrian has stabilized it allowing us to merge the company,” Samuel White declared smoothly during the press conference. “And now it is time for us to move forward
Amber POVThe plan moved forward three days later.Publicly, it looked brilliant.Privately, it was a controlled detonation.Adrian and I appeared together for the first time in weeks during a scheduled investor conference hosted at one of my commercial towers overlooking the ocean.The media reacted exactly as expected.Questions exploded immediately.Had the families reconciled?Was Adrian returning to work alongside me?Were the White and Asher groups preparing a merger?Neither of us answered directly.That only fueled the speculation further.Exactly as planned.The real announcement came twenty minutes into the conference.The White company would be acquiring a premium beachfront property location.At what Adrian described as “a strategic acquisition opportunity unlikely to appear again in the next decade.”The phrase alone sent investors into a frenzy.Especially once the images of the property appeared across the massive presentation screens.Crystal-blue water.Private marina
Aella POVThe tension in the hospital wing slowly eased after the discussion about heirs.Not completely.The weight of it still lingered in the room, heavy and thoughtful, but for the first time since discovering the third baby, everyone looked less afraid and more… careful.Beatriz focused back on the monitor, her expression returning fully to professional concentration as she adjusted the machine once more.The three heartbeats echoed steadily through the room.Strong.Alive.My hand remained over my stomach the entire time.I still couldn’t fully process it.Three babies.One hidden behind a magical barrier.And somehow, despite the panic trying to creep into my mind, hearing their heartbeats grounded me more than anything else had since arriving here.Beatriz finally leaned back slightly and exhaled.“Okay,” she said slowly. “The babies are fine.”The relief that hit me was immediate enough to make my eyes sting.Beside me, Sol visibly relaxed for the first time since she mention
Aella POVThe silence lingering in the hospital wing felt heavier after Sol’s words.History repeating itself.The thought settled over everyone uneasily because none of us could deny it.Three kingdoms.Three children.Three expectations already beginning to form before they were even born.Then—Queen Silveira laughed.Not mockingly.Softly.Almost fondly.The healer Queen stepped closer to the bed, silver robes flowing around her as she looked between Sol and me with an expression that carried centuries of memory.“There were four children in total,” she said calmly.The room stilled immediately.“Elias was the fourth.”Something tightened painfully in my chest.Queen Silveira sighed softly.“The only one not given an automatic kingdom,” she continued. “Even as he lived within the sanctuary, he held no control over it.”The words landed heavily.Because suddenly—I understood.Not just the cruelty Elias suffered.The isolation.The feeling of standing beside greatness while never t
Aella POVThe room had not recovered from the revelation of the third child when the air shifted again.Power rippled softly through the hospital wing.Then—All three Queens materialized.The healer Queen stood closest to me, her silver eyes still fixed on my stomach with visible concern and fascination. Queen Alors appeared calmer, though I could see the tension hidden beneath her composed expression.The central Queen, however—Looked emotional.Not fearful.Hopeful.Her gaze locked onto the monitor displaying the three heartbeats, and for a brief moment she looked centuries younger.Order stepped forward slowly, his attention focused entirely on the screen.The monitor pulsed softly.Three heartbeats echoed through the room.Steady.Alive.“One heir for each kingdom,” Order said quietly.Silence followed.The weight of the statement settled heavily over everyone present.“This is more than we ever thought possible,” he continued.Chaos laughed immediately.Bright.Delighted.“Oh,
Aella POVThe room remained silent except for the sound of the heartbeats echoing softly through the monitors.Fast.Slow.Alive.I couldn’t stop staring at the screen.Neither could Sol.Something in my chest had completely unraveled the moment I heard them for the first time. The fear, the pressure, the endless responsibilities waiting outside these walls—None of it mattered for those few seconds.Only them.Only our children.Beatriz, however, suddenly frowned.Not lightly.Deeply.The kind of expression doctors made right before delivering terrible news.My stomach tightened immediately.“What?” Sol asked sharply beside me.Beatriz looked between us slowly.Then blinked.“Wait,” she said carefully. “When exactly were you planning on informing me that you were pregnant with triplets?”Silence.Complete silence.I felt my entire body go cold.“What?”Beatriz stared at us.“You’re having triplets.”Sol paled instantly beside me.Actually paled.I turned toward him so fast I nearly s
-------SOL ---------------- She was gone. Just like that. Gone. No scream. No body. No blood. Just empty stone where she had been standing seconds before. My knees buckled before I realized I was falling. Linus caught me under the arm, steadying my weight like I weighed nothing. “Sol?” Hi
We walked quickly toward the access doors of the Silver Tower. Bruno—the Tiger Alpha—was already speaking into his comms, his voice clipped and controlled. “Monarchs have arrived. Repeat—Monarchs have arrived. Maintain barricade positions. No one breaks formation without direct authorization.”
The transition from "Ascended Monarchs" to "starving shifters" happened remarkably fast. For hours, we were buried in vellum and leather. We moved through stacks of ancient scrolls, but it seemed the Great Library of the Queens had a sense of humor—or a very mundane side. We found "The Little Drag
Samantha’s voice, though raspy, carried an ancient authority that made the room go still. She leaned forward, her violet eyes burning with a desperate warning. "The Altar of the First Flame is not just a pile of ruins," she whispered, her gaze darting between Sol and me. "It is an ancient legend,







