LOGINThe private courier envelope sat on my vanity table like a bomb waiting to detonate.
My hands were shaking as I tore it open. It had cost me a fortune to bribe the lab technician to rush this DNA test, but it would be worth it.
Mara, that stupid maid, had actually come through. She swore the tissue she retrieved was used by the man Elena was living with.
"Please let it be a rogue," I prayed, pulling out the papers. "Please let it be some random, dirty guard."
If Elena was pregnant with a nobody's brat, I could laugh her out of the pack. I could convince the Council she was unfit, impure, a disgrace to her bloodline. Liam would be disgusted forever.
I unfolded the document. My eyes scanned past the medical jargon, looking for the summary at the bottom.
SUBJECT A (Mother): Elena Vance. SUBJECT B (Paternal Source): Unknown Male (DNA Match Found in Database).
PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY: 99.9998%
I smirked. She was pregnant. Step one complete.
Then, my eyes drifted to the section titled "Paternal Lineage Analysis."
The smile froze on my face.
PATERNAL IDENTITY: MATCH CONFIRMED - CLASS S ARCHIVE. NAME: KILLIAN BLACKWOOD (EX-ALPHA KING).
I stopped breathing. The paper rattled in my trembling hands.
It was true. She really was sleeping with the monster. But that wasn't the worst part.
Under the name, there was a red warning stamp that the lab only used for high-level bloodlines.
GENETIC MARKERS: ROYAL LYCAN STRAIN (DOMINANT). POTENTIAL RANK: ALPHA PRIME / KING.
The room spun. I had to grab the edge of the table to keep from collapsing.
"Royal Lycan Strain..." I whispered, my voice sounding strangled.
Liam wasn't a Royal Lycan. His father, Killian, was the last one. But because Killian was exiled, everyone assumed the bloodline would end with him. Liam was strong, yes, but he was just a regular Alpha.
But this baby...
If Elena gave birth to this child, it wouldn't just be a bastard. It would be an Heir.
A true Heir.
According to the Old Laws, a Royal Lycan by blood outranks an appointed Alpha by decree. If this baby was a boy, he would have a legitimate claim to the throne. He could challenge Liam. He could take the entire pack from us.
And Elena... Elena would be the Queen Mother.
"No," I hissed, crumpling the paper in my fist. "No, no, no!"
This wasn't a scandal I could expose. This was a death sentence for my future. If the Council saw this paper, they wouldn't exile Elena. They would protect her. They would worship her belly.
I couldn't leak this.
I had to bury it.
I grabbed my lighter from the drawer. With shaking fingers, I lit the corner of the report. I watched the flames eat away Killian’s name, watched the words "Royal Lycan" turn into black ash.
I dropped the burning paper into the metal wastebasket and watched it turn to dust.
Panic was replaced by a cold, desperate clarity.
Elena couldn't have this baby.
Humiliating her wasn't enough anymore. Getting her exiled wasn't enough.
As long as that heart was beating inside her, my position as Luna—and Liam’s position as Alpha—was in danger.
I picked up my phone. I didn't call Liam. He was too soft; he still looked at Elena with those puppy-dog eyes. He wouldn't do what needed to be done.
I scrolled down to a number I had saved years ago, a number given to me by a shady merchant in the lower district.
"The Apothecary."
It was a code name for a witch who dealt in poisons. Poisons that left no trace. Poisons that could make a miscarriage look like a tragic accident.
I hit dial.
It rang twice before a raspy female voice answered.
"What do you need?"
"I need something strong," I said, my voice steady now. "Something that can get rid of a parasite. A very... strong parasite."
"It will cost you double for a wolf," the witch said.
"I'll pay triple," I said, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked wild, desperate. "Just make sure it works. I want it gone by the weekend."
I hung up and looked at the pile of ash in the bin.
"You wanted war, Elena?" I whispered to the empty room. "Fine. But in this war, only one of us gets to be a mother."
The journey back to the Blackwood territories should have been a victory march. We had the cure. We had survived the fall of a god. But as we reached the iron gates of our home, the air didn't smell like pine and safety.It smelled like betrayal and silver-smoke.The grand banners of the Blackwood Pack—the silver wolf on a field of midnight—had been torn down. In their place hung the cold, sterile flag of the Lycan Council."Silas," Killian growled, his hand gripping the steering wheel of the rugged SUV so hard the leather cracked. His body was still covered in bandages from the Solar Spire, but his eyes were burning with a lethal, golden hunger."They moved fast," Mord whispered from the backseat, his hand resting on his rusted blade. "They didn't wait for the news of Solas’s survival. They assumed you died in the collapse and declared the Forbidden Wing an 'unstable zone'."We rounded the final bend, and the palace came into view. It was surrounded. Hundreds of Council Enforcers in
Solas stood amidst the burning wreckage, the Tear of the Sun pulsing in his hand like a dying heart. The sheer intensity of the light began to melt the stones beneath his feet, turning the ruins into a lake of liquid gold."I am the Sun!" Solas screamed, his voice a distorted, metallic screech. "And you... you are nothing but a stain on my world!"He leveled the crystal at me, and a beam of pure, white-hot divinity erupted. It was enough to vaporize a city."Elena!" Killian roared, launching himself forward to take the blow.But I didn't move. I didn't hide.I stepped into the light.As the beam hit my chest, the Mark of the Devourer didn't burn. It opened. My skin didn't char; it turned into a swirling vortex of violet-black smoke. I felt the agonizing heat enter my veins, but instead of destroying me, it found a bottomless hunger waiting for it.I wasn't just holding the light. I was drinking it."Impossible!" Solas’s remaining eye widened in horror. "That is the fire of creation! Y
The world didn't end with a bang; it ended with the suffocating silence of falling ash.The Golden Spire, once a needle of light piercing the heavens, was now a jagged mountain of broken glass and twisted metal strewn across the Forbidden Peak. The air was thick with the smell of scorched stone and the fading hum of dying magic.Killian Blackwood clawed his way out of a pile of white-gold rubble. His tunic was gone, his chest covered in a map of bleeding shadow-scars and burns. He didn't feel the pain. His Alpha heart was beating with a single, frantic rhythm: Find them. Find them. Find them."ELENA!" he roared, the sound tearing through the settling dust. "LUCIAN! NYX!"Silence."If you have taken them from me," Killian whispered to the ruins, his claws extending until they cracked the stone beneath his hands, "I will not just kill you, Solas. I will erase your entire lineage from history."A faint, violet shimmer caught his eye near the tilted base of the central tower. It wasn't th
The air inside the Void-Chamber was thick with the scent of ozone and ancient, stagnant magic. Solas, the Solar King, stood before the massive vortex of solidified darkness, his white-gold armor reflecting the unnatural swirl of the abyss. He looked like a god, but his eyes—wide and hungry—betrayed the dying mortal underneath."Open it, child," Solas commanded, his voice vibrating with a terrifying desperation. He shoved Lucian toward the swirling vortex. "Your light is the key. Pierce the veil, and I will make you a prince of a world that never knows night. You will be more than a Blackwood; you will be the Sun itself."Lucian stood before the wall of absolute shadow. He looked so small in that cavernous room, his tiny hands trembling. The heat from the Spire's core was making his golden hair damp with sweat. He looked back at Solas, then closed his eyes, searching for that one thread of warmth that never failed him.“Now, Lionheart!” Killian’s voice erupted in his mind, a primal roa
"You look surprised, Elena," my sister purred, swirling a cup of golden liquid that smelled of honey and sunlight. "Did you think the Great King Solas was a saint? Did you think he built this empire of light on prayers and sunshine?"I gripped the edges of the golden divan, my breath coming in shallow rasps. "He hates shadows. He called me an abomination. Why are you here?""Because Solas is a hypocrite," she laughed, her green eyes flashing. "He is dying, Elena. Just like you. The pure light he commands is eating him alive. He needs the Tear of the Sun to stabilize his own power, just as you need it to save your humanity."My heart skipped a beat. "He can't find it himself?""The crystal is hidden in the Void-Chamber, a place where light cannot enter. He needs a Vessel. He needs someone who can touch the shadows without being consumed instantly. He needs... us.""He’s using you," I spat."We are using each other," she corrected, standing up and walking toward the glass wall. "He give
The border was no longer silent. The air crackled with the sound of burning ozone as more Sun Guards descended, their light-discs illuminating the canyon like a dozen miniature suns.Killian stood over the fallen guard, his claws dripping with a mixture of blood and molten brass. His golden eyes were fixed on the ridge above, where a single, blinding figure stood, radiating a heat that made the very air tremble."Enough!" a voice boomed—not with vocal cords, but with the resonance of a thousand trumpets.The guards immediately froze, dropping to one knee.The figure descended slowly. He wasn't on a disc; he was walking on a staircase of solid, crystallized light. He wore armor of white gold, and his hair was a literal mane of flickering fire.Solas, the Solar King.He landed gracefully on the scorched earth, his gaze ignoring the carnage and landing directly on us. He didn't look at Killian first. He looked at Lucian."A child of the sun," Solas whispered, his voice vibrating with a t







