Mag-log inWell⦠we did it. It ended on a cliffhanger, but we did it regardless. After months of heartbreak, suspense, and rivalry, they finally got married. There will be a sequel for this story based on Victor, Jayden, and Sammy. Itās going to be a short story, about 50 to 70 chapters, but that will come right after Alexandraās story, which has already started. Thank you for going on this journey with me for four months⦠yāall really stayed for four whole months, and thatās insane. I truly appreciate every single one of you, your comments, your support, I love all of it. And lastly, I have one favor to ask. Go back to the main bookās details and leave a 5 āļøāļøāļøāļøāļø review. Reviews mean everything to an author. They help new readers discover the book, they keep the book alive on the app, and they let me know that these characters reached your heart. Even a simple review makes a huge difference and supports me more than you can imagine. On that note⦠Alexandraās story is titled: Chaos Is
š±ļøJaydenš±ļøāYou are my everything, Jayden,ā Sammyās voice cracked as he stood there, eyes glistening under the soft sunlight filtering through the cathedral windows. His hands shook just slightly as he held mine, but there was no hesitation in his gaze, only a depth of love that made my chest ache. āFrom the first moment I saw you, I knew my world had changed. I knew that no matter what storms came, no matter how far the darkness reached, I would never stop fighting for you, for us. You are my fire, my peace, and my home, and today I vow to love you endlessly, to protect you fiercely, and to never let you face the world alone, even when it tries to break you. I promise to carry your heart with mine, to lift you when you fall, and to always be the voice that reminds you how remarkable, how breathtaking, and how fiercely loved you are.āHis words hit me like a tidal wave. I felt my throat tighten, my eyes burn, and I could barely catch my breath. I had imagined this day a thousand t
š±ļøJaydenš±ļøāYou look beyond beautiful, Jane,ā I said as I stood by the doorway watching my best friend stare at herself in the mirror, adjusting the edge of her wedding veil like she was inspecting a masterpiece.Jane slowly turned her head toward me, a confident smile already forming on her face.āI know,ā she said proudly. āIām the most beautiful girl of all time.āI let out a small laugh and shook my head, walking further into the room while looking at her from head to toe. The dress really was perfect. Soft white silk flowed down her body and tiny crystals caught the sunlight pouring through the window, making her look like she was glowing.āBut are you certain that you really want to get married to River?ā I asked with a teasing smile. āI mean I could still get you a better man if you want. Iām a king, Jane. I have options.āJane gasped dramatically and placed a hand over her chest like I had just deeply offended her.āA better man?ā she repeated slowly. āJayden, please. River
š±ļøJaydenš±ļøThe first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, making the whole palace shimmer in gold, and I couldnāt help but smile even though the morning air still carried a little weight of last yearās grief. It had been a full year since Victorās passing, and some days it felt like yesterday, like his laugh could echo in the halls any moment, and some days it felt like a lifetime, like the world had shifted and we were just trying to catch up. But today wasnāt about grief it was about celebration.The Festival of Light had been announced months ago, a festival where every kingdom, every supernatural race, and every magical citizen would gather to celebrate the balance weād fought so hard to preserve. And I, along with Sammy, would be at the heart of it, not as scared kids anymore, but as rulers who had survived, who had loved, and who had carried a fallen kingās legacy forward.I stretched and felt Sammyās warmth beside me. He was still half-asleep, curls messy, and yet
š±ļøSammyš±ļøI still canāt believe he was truly gone even after one full year of his death, and the fact that Iām now king and done with college while Jayden is still in school, mostly home-schooled, is something Iām still adjusting to. Some days it hits me like a punch in the chest, that Victor isnāt going to walk into the room with that smug smile of his, teasing both of us, or reminding me that I still canāt beat him at chess no matter how many times I try. And yet, here we are, running the entire supernatural world together, carrying his memory like a torch that never dims, making sure his sacrifice wasnāt wasted.Jaydenās been incredible through all of it, though, showing a strength I never knew he had. Every time we meet with rulers from different kingdoms, I can see him learning, observing, adapting, and somehow managing to stay compassionate while wielding a power most people couldnāt even dream of controlling. The way he talks to them, the way he listens to the citizens, itā
š±ļøJaydenš±ļøāDo you want me around, or should I come over with your dada?ā The voice on the phone was calm, familiar, and strong, and I could feel the weight of concern in every word.I wiped the fresh tears from my cheeks, trying to straighten my back, trying to pull myself together. I forced a smile even though it felt fragile, shaky at best. āPapa⦠Iām supposed to rule a world. I have to be a man⦠a boy who still needs his papa and dada canāt rule,ā I said, my voice carrying the conflict I felt inside.There was a pause on the other side, and then his warm, steady voice cut through the fog of my grief. āAnd who said that, son? My son is a very strong man. He can do anything he sets his mind to. You think ruling is just sitting on a throne? No, son. Itās being patient. Itās knowing when to speak and when to listen. Itās understanding your people, even when your heart aches for someone youāve lost. You are strong, Jayden. Donāt let grief make you forget that.āI swallowed hard, the
š±ļøJaydenš±ļøāYou know what, letās head to Sammyās father now. Iāll open the portal in his wing so the transportation will be easier.āJane said it like she was suggesting we go grab coffee, not move an unconscious wolf king through another realm.I nodded because at this point arguing feels useles
š±ļøJaydenš±ļøI hate my life.I hate my life so very much.That was the only thing looping in my head as I stared at Victor standing there, trying so hard not to fall apart while blood kept running down his back like it had somewhere important to be.We were in the middle of nowhere. No houses. No h
š±ļøJaydenš±ļøāI want to homeschool for the next semester.āThe words fall out of my mouth calmly, like I am asking for extra rice or saying I will be late for dinner. But the reaction they get is immediate and dramatic, because of course it is.Papaās spoon freezes halfway to his mouth. Dadaās spoo
š±ļøVictorš±ļøI literally slept on a burning bed last night.That is not a metaphor. That is not drama. My entire bed was on fire. Blue fire. Thick sheets. Mattress. Pillows. Everything glowing like it belonged in hell or some twisted dream, yet none of it turned to ash. No smoke. No damage. Just fi







