Se connecterSeven years. No mark. No title. No truth. I gave Damon Voss everything and he gave me a lie so carefully built I almost died inside it. Then one letter changed everything. I am not his patient wife. I am not his Luna in waiting. I am the long-missing Lycan Princess, heir to a throne, and mother to a son I was told did not survive. He took everything from me. My identity. My child. My seven years. Now I have fifteen days, one dangerous alliance, and a crown with my name on it. Damon should have made sure I never found out. He did not.
Voir plus"His name is Finn," Caden said. He is four years old. He has been with a family in the Greywood territory since three weeks after he was born.I sat down.Not because I chose to. My legs made the decision without asking me.Four years old. The same age as Luca. Which meant that while I was raising a child that was not mine, my actual son was growing up in a house with strangers who knew exactly who he belonged to and said nothing.Who placed him there, I said.Elder Theron.I looked up.Caden was watching me with that steady, careful attention he gave everything. Not cold. Just controlled, the way a person gets controlled when they have learned that showing too much too fast costs them.Theron knew who I was, I said.He has known since before you were born. He served your father's council. When King Aldric died and the bloodline was hidden for your protection, Theron was one of three people who knew where you were placed. Caden pulled a folder from the desk drawer and set it in front
I brought the filing receipt to Caden's study at eleven o'clock at night.I did not knock softly. I knocked the way you knock when you are not asking permission.He opened the door himself. No jacket, shirt collar open, a glass of something dark in his hand. He looked at me and then at the paper in my hand and something behind his eyes said he had been expecting this visit.That made it worse.I held the receipt up. Explain this.He stepped back to let me in. I walked past him and turned around in the middle of the room and waited.He closed the door. Set his glass down. Looked at the paper without taking it.The council filing for your lineage claim, he said.Dated three days ago, I said. My name. My bloodline details. My father's seal reference. All of it, filed and stamped before I ever walked through your gate. I let the paper drop to his desk. I came to you this morning. I came to you like it was my idea. Like I was the one making a move. And you already had this sitting in a roo
Caden Rhys was not what I expected.I do not know what I expected exactly. Someone louder, maybe. Someone who filled a room with noise the way powerful men usually do, who needed you to feel their size before they spoke.He was sitting behind a large desk when the guard brought me in, and he did not stand up. He just looked at me.Grey eyes. Still. The kind of still that is not passive but is actually the opposite of passive. The kind that means he had already assessed everything about me before I crossed the threshold and was simply waiting to see if I would confirm what he already thought.He was younger than his reputation made him sound. Early thirties. Dark hair, jaw set, shoulders relaxed in the way that only people who are never genuinely threatened manage to be relaxed.I did not let myself be impressed.I walked to the chair across from his desk and sat down without being invited.One corner of his mouth moved. Not quite a smile.Sera Calloway, he said.You already know who I
"Tell me you did not just leave," Mira said.I left.Silence on the line. Then a sharp breath. Sera.I need you to meet me outside the east gate. Bring my bag. You know the one.She did not ask questions. That was the thing about Mira. Seven years of watching me live inside that house and she had been packed and ready before I ever was.I hung up and kept walking.The pack grounds were quiet at that hour. A few wolves doing perimeter checks in the distance. No one stopped me. No one ever paid that much attention to me inside Voss territory, which was ironic, because I had kept more of this pack running than Damon ever acknowledged.I did not look back at the house.My wolf was fully awake now and she did not want to look back either.Mira was already at the gate when I got there. She had my black duffel over one shoulder and her jaw tight and her eyes moving over my face the way they did when she was reading damage.How bad, she said.Celeste, I said.Her mouth opened. Closed.Years,
You are the long-missing Lycan Princess. Daughter of the late King Aldric. Rightful heir to the Lycan throne.I read the line three times.Then I read it again.The letter was printed on heavy cream paper with the royal council's seal pressed into the top corner. Official. Real. Not a mistake.My n






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