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Liora’s P.O.V.Although I wasn’t ready to take a bodyguard with us, Gavin’s considerate gestures silenced my opposition. He thoughtfully prepared a scent-blocker for us, a herbal mix to conceal our scents. I forgot everything and packed our bags to leave.My grandparents came to bid farewell at the gates, their eyes moistened. It was hard to say goodbye, but I managed to hide my tears until we walked out of the iron gates of the Silver Forest.Behind me, the Silver Forest shimmered in its pale glow, silver bark catching the fading frost like starlight woven into wood. Ahead of me lay the open world—raw, vast, and unpredictable.My heart pounded far too loudly in my chest, my eyes burning with tears as memories crashed into my mind with every step I took forward.My gaze darted around instinctively.I heard whispers about Cassian. That he searched for me so relentlessly that Grandpa himself had sent a formal letter demanding him to stop circling our sanctuary like a predator.A deep, a
Liora’s P.O.V.The letter trembled in my hands before I even realized I was shaking.I unfolded the page immediately, my pulse drumming against my ribs so loudly it felt as though Grandma and Gavin could hear it.“How are yous doing, Liora? Gosh, we haven’t met in ages. When will you come to see me, Liora?”A breath slipped out of me, half laugh, half ache.“Typical Stacy. Still terrible at grammar,” I murmured under my breath, though warmth bloomed in my chest.My eyes moved further down the page.“Don’t you dare tell me I will come soon. I won’t buy it. Now I want a specific date and time.”I actually chuckled at that, earning a curious glance from Gavin.“And you know, I deserve this meeting now. You didn’t even attend any significant events in my life.”My fingers tightened on the paper. A thin line of guilt carved through me, sharp and familiar. I lowered my gaze, whispering to the ink as though she could hear me through it.“You know my issues, Stacy. Why don’t you come to see m
Liora’s P.O.V.I cleaned the living room for the third time today.The third!And somehow, it looked like a storm had passed through it again!My patience cracked along with the fragile vase someone had knocked sideways on the table. I groaned, dragging the mop harder across the marble floor than necessary. “What have I done to deserve this?”The words echoed around the high ceilings, dramatic and useless.When I finally gave up, I shoved the mop back into the bucket and lifted it, water sloshing dangerously close to the rim. My arms ached. Or maybe that was just my pride.Grandma appeared in front of me as if she’d been summoned by my suffering alone.“What happened, Sweety?” She asked, her silver brows knitting together. “Why are you so worked up?”I huffed. “See, Grandma? The living room is messed up again. I just cleaned it an hour ago. Now I have to start all over.”She laughed softly, the kind of laugh that carried more patience than the entire house combined, and gently took t
Cassian’s P.O.V.“Liora?”Scarlett’s breath hitched sharply. Her eyes widened as though I had spoken the name of a forbidden deity.“You still remember her?” She whispered in disbelief. “It’s been five years, Cassian. How can you even love her after so long?”A low, dangerous growl rumbled from my chest before I could stop it.My lycan stirred violently beneath my skin, claws scraping against bone, fury simmering in his veins.“What do you mean by that?” I asked, my voice dropping several degrees colder. “Of course I love her. She is my mate.”Scarlett shook her head slowly, as if I were the delusional one.“She ‘was’ your mate, Cassian,” she corrected, her tone hardening. “She rejected you.”The word struck like a blade dragged across an old scar.Rejected.Even after five years, it burned.Scarlett continued relentlessly. “Liora rejected you over nothing. She left you alone without any notice, walking away from her responsibilities.”Each accusation felt like salt rubbed into wounds
Cassian’s P.O.V. The kingdom called it peace. I called it a punishment! The palace has never been brighter. Golden chandeliers blaze above the grand hall, their light scattering like stars across polished marble floors. Music swelled, goblets clashed, and nobles laughed too loudly. Five years. Five years since the treaty bound lycans and vampires under the peace treaty. Five years since the night everything that mattered to me was torn away. Everyone celebrated victory, but I sat on a throne that felt like a cage. Below me, generals and nobles bowed their heads, offering congratulations. Their words reach my ears but never my heart. Because beside me, there was nothing, but an empty throne draped in red silk. Her throne! The place where Liora should have been sitting tonight, her eyes glowing like moonlight over steel. She was meant to rule beside me as the queen of the united supernatural world. However, ... My fingers curled over the armrest as applause erupted in the ha
Liora’s P.O.V.Cassian had left hours ago, or maybe minutes. Time felt meaningless as I sat still on the edge of the bed. His voice replayed in my head like a curse.“I am the king here!”I let out a hollow laugh and wrapped my arms around myself, my fingers digging into my sleeves. “Of course, you are.” Cassian was the king, and I was just a fallen queen without bond, a wife without marriage, and a she-wolf whose wolf had disappeared in the darkness.My shoulders began to shake as I fell on the bed, staring at the ceiling blankly. “You just can’t leave me alone, even after your death, Alpha Magnus.”His name tasted like ash to my tongue. The man, who had killed my mother, the one who signed papers and handed me over like a political offering.My heart trembled as a glimpse of my future life in this beautifully decorated cage flashed across my mind. I would have to sit in the harem meetings and pretend nothing shattered. As a high consort, I would have to approve wedding decoratio







