MasukHe was the prince destined to rule. She was the rogue who vanished with his heart… and his child. In the mystical kingdom of Silver More, where Lycans rule under moonlit prophecy, Prince Jayden stands on the edge of power—and war. Cold, commanding, and haunted by betrayal, he’s never forgotten the one she-wolf who disappeared after one unforgettable night. Ivy has lived in the shadows, raising her child in secret, protected by the one man she always stands by—Cassian, the brooding rogue with a heart full of unspoken love and dangerous secrets of his own. When fate draws Ivy back to Silver More, old wounds reopen. Jayden discovers the shocking truth: she didn’t just steal his heart—she bore his heir. Now, with enemies circling the throne and dark secrets threatening to destroy them all, Ivy is caught between the two powerful males who would fight for her, betray for her… and die for her. Lies will be exposed. Blood will be spilled. And under the light of the full moon, love will either heal the past or tear them apart forever.
Lihat lebih banyakThe day after the administrators left, nothing happened.No backlash. No uprising. No sudden collapse to justify regret.The sky did what skies do. Wind moved without checking allegiance. A child in the camp burned breakfast and laughed about it instead of apologizing to an invisible authority.Aelin noticed the absence first.Not in danger.Of expectation.She woke without the sense that a decision was waiting for her like a held breath. No pull toward meetings. No pressure dreams. No distant arguments tugging at her awareness like loose threads.For the first time since the Veil broke, the world did not require her opinion.She sat with that longer than she expected.Aera joined her at the edge of camp, hair still loose, eyes clear. “I didn’t feel it today,” she said.Aelin smiled. “Neither did I.”They packed slowly. Not because they were far. Because nothing rushed them anymore.Jayden came back from a short patrol and frowned. “No one followed us.”Ivy shrugged. “Guess we’re fi
The backlash didn’t come from rulers.It came from helpers.From people who had kept systems running quietly for years and were tired of pretending neutrality meant innocence. Clerks. Mediators. Record keepers. The ones who knew where every lever was buried and hated that no one was supposed to pull them anymore.They called it coordination fatigue.Aelin called it grief with a clipboard.The first incident was small. A trade registrar “temporarily” standardized tolls across three regions. No vote. No sunset clause. Just efficiency justified by urgency.It worked.That was the problem.Goods moved faster. Prices stabilized. People relaxed.And just like that, convenience sharpened its teeth.Jayden brought the report at dusk, jaw tight. “They’re saying it’s provisional.”Ivy snorted. “So was every tyranny’s childhood.”Aera sat cross-legged on a crate, listening, eyes sharp. She’d grown quieter these past weeks. Not withdrawn. Focused. Like someone learning the weight of words before
The offer didn’t come with banners.That was how Aelin knew it was serious.It arrived as an invitation written in careful ink, delivered by three different messengers who didn’t know about each other. Each copy is identical. Each word chosen sounds reasonable. Respectful. Temporary.A meeting. A coalition. A framework.No throne. No crown. No god-language.Just structure asking to be trusted.Jayden read the letter once, then again, slower. “They’ve learned,” he said.Ivy leaned against a tree, arms crossed. “Or they’ve adapted. Which is worse?”Aera stood close to Aelin, reading over her shoulder. “They keep saying interim. Like that word can’t fossilize.”Aelin folded the letter and slid it into her coat. “That’s the danger of soft power,” she said. “It doesn’t announce itself. It just gets convenient.”The meeting was set in a city that had survived every regime by never fully belonging to one. Stone buildings stacked tight. Streets are narrow enough to discourage marching arm
The agreements didn’t settle cleanly.They never do.Three days after the basin meeting, the first fracture appeared—not violent, not dramatic. Just a refusal. A river guild downstream ignored the interface timelines and rerouted water without consultation. Not out of malice. Out of habit.People had learned how to obey systems faster than they learned how to maintain them.Aelin heard about it from a runner who arrived breathless and embarrassed, as if apologizing for being human.“They said the old rules still applied,” he told Jayden. “Said someone would step in if it was wrong.”Jayden rubbed his eyes. “And when no one did?”“They waited,” the runner said. “Then they argued. Then they dug anyway.”Ivy scoffed. “Of course they did.”Aera looked stricken. “So it’s already failing?”Aelin shook her head. “No. It’s behaving exactly as expected.”They walked to the river together. No escort. No proclamation. Just four people arriving on foot with dust on their boots.The banks were cro
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