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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SIXTY-NINE

Author: Noir Aurelle
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-29 00:07:01

Elara’s Pov

The words still echoed long after the council left the courtyard.

“The goddess has chosen you to be the new rulers of the state of Astrid.”

It didn’t sound real, not even when I repeated it in my head, not when the council’s carriage wheels disappeared into the distance, not even when Kael and I stood staring at each other in stunned silence while the rest of the pack broke into murmurs.

Now, hours later, we were gathered in the old throne room of Midnight Fang. The circle was complete with Kael at my right, Storm beside him, Milo and Jones on the opposite end, and Jack leaning back in his chair with his usual cocky smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Kael broke the silence first. “So.” He leaned back, voice clipped. “We’re apparently royalty now.”

“Congratulations?” Milo offered weakly, scratching the back of his neck.

Jones frowned. “I’m not sure that’s something we should be celebrating.”

Storm’s gaze slid to me. “The Council’s announcement wasn’t just symbolic. If
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