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Chapter 36 - I'm married to you 

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Chapter 36 - I'm married to you

Selene’s POV

The words flew out of me before I could stop them. “No... he’s Prince Lucian. He’s Theron’s brother.”

Darian froze. The fury that had practically been rolling off of him evaporated, his expression twisting into confusion.

Lucian coughed... deep, wet, painful. Blood hit the floor with a harsh splatter. When he lifted his head, his eyes found Darian’s like they’d been waiting for this moment. “I never signed off on the order,” he said, voice raw. “Never even saw it. They went around me. They knew I’d never allow harm to come to the Blood Moon tree.”

For a second, everything just... stopped. The room was dead silent, the kind that pressed into your ears. The only sounds were Lucian’s labored breathing and the occasional drip of water echoing from somewhere far off.

I watched Darian change right in front of me. His posture unraveled... shoulders dropping, jaw going slack. His face twisted, not in anger now, but in dawning realization. I think
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