Super emotional to write the epilogue now😭❤️
Ember's POV: Today was going to be marked as the most beautiful day of my entire life. Just like every other morning, I woke up to warm cuddles and soft kisses from my deliciously handsome mate. His warmth and addictive touch were tempting enough to keep me in bed longer, but the loud knock on the door jerked me back to reality and the fact that today was fully packed. Yes, today was the coronation ceremony. After my marriage to Nicholus, I became the Queen of the North but considering the hatred and backlash from people, I refused to wear the crown until people accepted me as their Queen at heart. That led to a long series of pack tours and once the rebellion settled in the North, our attention diverted to the South which further led to a long fight for my right. After merging the two states, it was now time for the coronation ceremony of me and Nicholus. Today we were going to be crowned as the King and the Queen of the Great Empire. When we were in the South, Luna took the res
Ember's POV: We were done with all the paperwork, press, and public announcements. The reaction we got was diverse. People of the South didn't raise any objections because the alternative of Lucas as the ruler was totally out of question for them. People of the North, however, had mixed opinions. Some considered it their King's success to finally take over the South, and those who advocated for peace were glad the centuries-old enmity between the two states had ended. After my earlier pack tours, the public had already accepted me, so there was no rebellion this time. When the theoretical aspects were done and dusted, it was now time for the practical. One of the main reasons to merge the two states was that I didn't want any sort of separation between me and my mate. But after understanding the circumstances and the major changes South was about to undergo, I needed to be there with them. At the same time, the North couldn't be left unattended. Nicholus needed to stay back a
Ember’s POV:It’s been more than two weeks since the Council meeting, and my conversation with Father was still repeating on a loop in my head.Strolling with him on the lawn outside the building should have felt normal and casual, something that had been done countless times. He was my father, after all. But that day, walking beside him made me realize how foreign it was. Outside work and meetings, we hardly ever talked about anything else or spent any quality time together.As expected, I absorbed those precious moments because I knew they wouldn’t last forever.He was the first to break the silence. His voice sounded tired as if he hadn’t slept for days, “I don’t know whether she told you, but your mother came to the castle a few weeks ago.”My footsteps halted right there. My mother? I remembered the way she always quivered at his mention. Why would she go there?I decided to ask him, “Why?”He stared into the distance, “For you.”I gawked at him in disbelief, “For me?”His chest
Ember’s POV:For the next few weeks, we spent most of the time cooped up in the office. We had gone ahead to register our case in the Council. They gave us a month to discuss with the other party and sort the matter out by ourselves.Since we had already done that and it was fruitless, we decided not to waste any of our time again. Our legal team has been involved. The Council had already sent a legal notice to Father, and today was the date of the first hearing.On our way to the Council, I did breathing exercises multiple times, and my mate kept repeating the mantra, “Relax, baby. Calm down.”This case would probably drag on for months because, as strong as our file was, Father wasn’t the one to back down that easily. That man would never give up his empire. Not for anyone.In the center of four continents, there was a small region unoccupied or unclaimed by any territory. That’s where the Council was.As the helicopters landed, we climbed out and, followed by our team of lawyers, w
Mabel’s POV: With wide, frantic eyes, I slowly turned around to face Alexander Valdez. I have no words to describe what I was feeling in that one moment. My breathing turned ragged as I looked into those eyes. He was the person who flipped my whole world upside down just because of the sick obsession he used to call love. Only if he knew what true love was. My insides coiled as he started moving toward me. He killed my whole coven. He was the one because of whom I had to abandon my daughter. Even after running away, I never truly lived. He snatched everything from me. My life, my power, my dignity, my daughter… “Emilia…it’s really you,” he rasped out in disbelief. The more I stared at him, the more revolting I felt. Eventually, my gaze narrowed and my upper lip curled disgustingly as I said menacingly, “I am not Emilia. I am Mabel. Mabel Frostwood.” His footsteps stopped midway. Hurt flashed in his gaze as it roamed all over my face, “I…you…” My nostrils flared, “You what? D
Mabel's POV: While waiting for the guard to return, I turned my back to the castle and stared at the vast lawn spread over acres. That was the only place in this cage that brought me some solace. I closed my eyes and remembered the feeling of that soft grass under my bare feet. It was as far as Alexander allowed me to go, and that too with a dozen guards keeping a close eye on me. The feeling of being watched all the time always kept me on the edge. Once, I barged into his office and asked furiously, “Why do you keep me under surveillance 24/7?” He looked up from the file and stared at me for the whole minute before saying in an eerily calm voice, “Because I’m afraid.” I let out a bitter chuckle, “What? King Alexander is afraid of a poor, weak witch after stripping her of her magic by constantly keeping her under Velene?” At that, he discarded his pen on the desk and slowly rose to his full height. His 6’3”, heavily built frame always intimidated me with how it filled the space a