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“Zela, please, accept the Crown Prince. That’s the best way to go.”Amanda’s nagging tone grated on my nerves. Her voice, usually gentle and supportive, was now a demand rather than advice and I could feel the familiar surge of frustration rising within me. I exhaled slowly, forcing my frustration down.My decision is already made, I refuse to be swayed. I want nothing to do with this so-called prophecy, the royal expectations, or the suffocating pressure to conform.I couldn’t fathom the audacity of the Crown Prince.He had an entire kingdom’s worth of suitors vying for his attention, yet he dared to force me into this arrangement, as if my will meant nothing. He was used to absolute obedience, to having the world bend at his command. Every word he spoke, every action he took, dripped with the arrogance of a man who had never heard the word no.But that was precisely why I refused.If I was just another willing participant, another eager conquest, he would have lost interest by now.

As the Crown Prince sank into me once more from behind, a scream of pure pleasure tore from my throat, an uninhibited cry for more, for him to take me deeper.After what felt like an eternity suspended in a realm beyond time, I felt his powerful body shudder violently, the unmistakable sign that his own long-withheld climax was finally upon him. I spread my legs wider, offering him deeper access, as I felt his engorged cock swell even further, pounding into my slick, aching depths with unrestrained force.“My Zela, ahhh, this feels… beyond words… you are incredible,” he grunted, as his hot seed flooded my pussy. He slid in and out a few more desperate, shuddering times before collapsing half on top of me, his breathing ragged and uneven. He cupped me tightly in his arms, pulling me onto his sweat-slicked chest, his grip like a vise.“Let us cease this futile battle, my love,” he urged, his voice thick with raw emotion. “Stay with me, Zela. Let us cherish these moments, this great bond

A fragmented memory surfaced, a fleeting recollection that felt both distant and strangely significant amidst the current crisis. It was an image of a dense, shadowed path, the scent of damp earth and pine needles thick in the air. And within that memory, a figure emerged.The man I had encountered in the wilderness, during my desperate flight from Woodcrest.He had presented himself as Ivor, the Royal Secretary, his features unremarkable yet holding a certain quiet intensity. But later, when a she-wolf emerged from nowhere, she called him Iwan. His mission, he had explained with a grave sincerity that resonated even then, was to aid my escape from the Alpha’s clutches.“I’ve met him, Ivor,” I said slowly, the words carefully weighed, each syllable imbued with the significance of this sudden connection.The pieces of a puzzle I hadn’t even realized existed were beginning to click into place.“In Woodcrest they know him as Iwan, but when he followed me to the woods, he confided in me a

Within Woodcrest …“The Alpha did… what?!”Lilias could scarcely believe the words Ivor had just spoken. She had been in Woodcrest for three days already, unable to leave. These last two days, she hadn’t encountered the Beta to discuss their predicament, the man remained in constant consultation with Alpha Jermain. The sole bright spot in this confinement was the extended time she could spend with Ivor, yet on the other hand, she gained no insight into the Alpha’s business.“Keep your voice low,” her mate cautioned. “He held a bloodletting ritual. She-wolves and they all bear a striking resemblance to Zela. He intends to force her to come forward. I don’t believe he realizes he’s also defying the Lycan Prince. Raul will absolutely not appreciate this challenge.”“Doesn’t he know yet that Zela is the future Queen?” Lilias asked, aghast. “What prevents you from warning him? By remaining silent, you’re giving him a valid excuse for his actions.”Ivor shook his head, though the weight of

Lilias inhaled deeply, composing herself.As she exhaled, a soft stream of white energy flowed from her lips, traveling in a straight line to Andrea and entering her nose. The moment it was absorbed, Andrea’s eyes snapped open, blinking a few times in confusion. Then, seeing the woman at the bars, she immediately recognized her.“Lilias!” Andrea exclaimed, stumbling to her feet. “Save me! Please! Alpha Jermain kidnapped me. He has already murdered some females. I fear the same terrible fate awaits me.”Carefully, Andrea stepped over the other sleeping she-wolves until she reached the bars, her voice trembling with desperate urgency.“I’m so glad to see you. I thought I would die here, far from my pack and my family. Please, quickly, open the cell door before the others wake up and see us.”Surprised, Lilias frowns her brows. She hadn’t expected such a self-serving plea, believing Andrea would show more protectiveness, more compassion for all the prisoners. But faced with this unexpec