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The Heir and the Spare
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2026-06-01 05:48:34
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The King's Hart The Serpent's Den
The list of five suspects burned in my pocket, but it was the name not on the list that kept me awake. Margot Valcourt. The woman who'd offered us an alliance. The woman who'd revealed my father was alive. The woman who'd sworn her family were archivists, not hunters. And all along, the Ashfords had been inside her network. The text from the unknown enemy had said it plainly: the Valcourt leak wasn't a leak at all. It was Margot herself.I stood in the library at dawn, the pale winter light bleeding through the windows, staring at my phone. The message was still there. The Ashfords have been inside the Valcourts all along. If that was true, if Margot was the real threat then everything we'd built in the past few weeks was a house of cards waiting to collapse. The protection. The safe houses. The intelligence network. All of it compromised. And Helena Frost, the Valcourt agent who'd broken cover to warn me, might already be dead."Sophie." Jace's voice pulled me back. He was standing i
The King's Hart The New Coach
Helena Frost had replaced Reeves three days ago, and I hadn't thought twice about her. She was stern, efficient, and completely unremarkable—the kind of coach the athletic department would assign after a scandal, someone safe and boring who wouldn't make headlines. But now I was standing in the freezing parking lot with Jace's phone in my hand and a text that made my blood run cold.Don't trust the new coach.I read it again. Then again. The words didn't change. "You think she's Volkov?""I think someone wants us to think she is." Jace took his phone back and stared at the screen. "The text said the Ashfords have a representative at the draft too. Someone we know. Someone we trust. That could be Helena. Or it could be a lie designed to make us suspicious of the wrong person.""Divide and conquer.""Classic strategy." He pocketed the phone. "Whoever sent these messages has been one step ahead of us since the beginning. They knew about the arena. They knew about Reeves. They knew about
The King's Hart The New Coach
Helena Frost had replaced Reeves three days ago, and I hadn't thought twice about her. She was stern, efficient, and completely unremarkable—the kind of coach the athletic department would assign after a scandal, someone safe and boring who wouldn't make headlines. But now I was standing in the freezing parking lot with Jace's phone in my hand and a text that made my blood run cold.Don't trust the new coach.I read it again. Then again. The words didn't change. "You think she's Volkov?""I think someone wants us to think she is." Jace took his phone back and stared at the screen. "The text said the Ashfords have a representative at the draft too. Someone we know. Someone we trust. That could be Helena. Or it could be a lie designed to make us suspicious of the wrong person.""Divide and conquer.""Classic strategy." He pocketed the phone. "Whoever sent these messages has been one step ahead of us since the beginning. They knew about the arena. They knew about Reeves. They knew about
The King's Hart The Calm before the draft
Three weeks until the draft. Three weeks until every scout, every agent, and every supernatural bloodline in the country converged on our city to watch Jace Kingston step onto the ice. And somewhere out there, an unknown enemy was counting down the days, too. I stared at the text message until the words blurred, then shoved my phone into my pocket before I could reply. Whoever had sent it wasn't Valcourt.They weren't friends. And they were waiting for exactly the right moment to strike. Jace stood beside me in the frozen parking lot, his breath fogging in the early morning air. Marcus and Ava had already gone inside my apartment building, giving us space they somehow knew we needed. The sky was pale gold now, the colour of his eyes when the power surfaced."Whoever sent that message knows about the draft," I said. "They know about the families. They know about you.""Then they also know I'm not hiding anymore." Jace turned to face me, and even exhausted, even bruised, he looked stead
The King's Hart The Prodigal Father
The man who ruined my life was standing ten feet away with tears in his eyes, and I couldn't decide if I wanted to slap him or collapse. Seven years. Seven years since he'd drained our savings and vanished. Seven years since I'd watched my mother waste away in a hospital bed while the bills piled up and the collectors called.Seven years of telling myself he was dead to me, that I'd never forgive him, that I'd build a life so secure no one could ever destroy it again. And now he was here, in the Valcourt compound, telling me he'd been protecting me the whole time."Sophie." His voice cracked on my name, and the sound of it opened a wound I thought I'd sealed shut years ago. "I know you're angry. I know you have every right to hate me. But please—just let me explain."Jace's hand found mine. His fingers were warm and steady, grounding me the same way I'd grounded him a dozen times before. "You don't have to do this," he said quietly. "If you want to leave, we leave. Right now."I didn'
The King's Hart The Head of the Serpent
Margot Valcourt's gold eyes swept over us like a predator assessing prey. She stood in the hallway of her own compound, perfectly still, perfectly calm, as if finding five intruders in her foyer was a minor inconvenience rather than a security breach. Her dark hair was pulled back in a sleek knot. Her clothes were elegant and understated—black turtleneck, tailored pants. She looked like a CEO, not the head of a four-hundred-year-old supernatural dynasty. And somehow, that made her more terrifying."You broke into my home," she said, her voice smooth as polished glass. "You disabled my security system. You stole confidential documents. And now you're standing in my foyer like deer caught in headlights." She tilted her head. "I assume you have a good explanation."Jace stepped in front of me, positioning himself as a shield. "Your agent tried to kill us. Reeves spent four years manipulating me, triggering my power, waiting for the right moment to harvest it. You'll forgive us if we want
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