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CHAPTER 51

"Drop the kid, Clement. Drop him or I swear to god I’ll gut you where you stand."Phineas leaned against the doorframe, his breath coming in shallow, wet rattles. His chest felt like it had been scraped out with a rusted spoon after pouring his silver light into Solomon. His skin was the color of a guttering candle. One hand gripped the wood for support, the other hovered near the empty holster at his hip."You can barely stand, Phin! Look at you!" Clement snarled, clutching the Alpha twin to his chest like a sack of stolen coins. He backed toward the balcony, his heels catching on the scorched rugs. "The pack is in shambles. Ignatius is a pile of junk. You think I’m staying here to wait for the Shadow Pack to finish us off? This kid is my ticket. One call to the Northern Syndicate and I’m set for life. I’m done being the family’s punching bag.""He’s your nephew, you prick! Put him down!"A sound tore through the room then. It wasn't a baby’s cry. It was a low-frequency vibration tha

CHAPTER 52

"Stay behind the desk, Phineas. Don't you fucking move!"Lucian’s voice was a jagged tear in the quiet of the nursery. He didn't look back. His boots were planted wide on the scorched hardwood, his heels digging into the soot. The heavy nursery doors didn't just open; they were punched inward by a hydraulic force that sent splinters of oak whistling through the air like shrapnel."I’m not a damn spectator, Lucian!" Phineas snapped. He snatched a heavy brass lamp from the end table, his knuckles turning a bloodless white. He kept his body positioned between the cribs and the doorway. The shadow-child was silent, those black pits for eyes watching the entrance. The Alpha twin was wailing, a raw, piercing sound that cut through the electrical hum in the room.Ignatius stepped through the ruins of the doorway. He wasn't a man anymore. He was a stuttering, leaking wreck of chrome and necrotic flesh. Black oil sprayed from a severed line in his neck, painting the white wallpaper in rhythmic

CHAPTER 53

"Don’t you dare die on me, Lucian! Open your eyes!"Phineas’s voice cracked, a jagged sound against the heavy silence of the ruined nursery. He was on his knees. The floor was slick, dark with the Alpha’s blood. Lucian’s chest was a mess of nineteen puncture wounds, the skin graying at the edges where the surgical steel had bitten deep. Phineas pressed his palms against the largest hole in Lucian's chest, but the red just kept bubbling up between his fingers."Phineas... let... go..." Lucian’s voice was a wet rattle. His red eye flickered, the light in it dimming like a dying coal. "The boys... they’re safe. Just... take them.""Shut the fuck up!" Phineas roared. He leaned his weight into Lucian's chest, his own body shaking with a violent, electric tremor. "You don't get to leave. Not after this. Not after Solomon."The nursery was a tomb. Ignatius’s mechanical corpse lay twisted in the corner, and the silver ash that was once Solomon was already being scattered by the wind whistling

CHAPTER 54

"Is the collar straight? It feels like it’s choking me."Phineas didn't wait for an answer. He stared at the silver-framed mirror, his fingers fumbling with the high, stiff neck of the midnight-blue military tunic. The fabric was thick, heavy with gold braid that felt like lead against his shoulders. Behind him, the nursery was gone, replaced by the sterile, cold luxury of the Monarch’s dressing suite.He didn't recognize the face looking back.The "Lunar Burn" had been thorough. His hair, once the color of a wet raven’s wing, was now a shocking, static white. It didn't look like age; it looked like bone. It made his eyes—still that sharp, piercing silver—look like they belonged to an ancient deity rather than a twenty-something man."It's perfect, your Majesty." The tailor bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the marble."Get out."Phineas didn't turn around. He watched the tailor’s reflection scurry away in the glass. The silence that followed was absolute. No wolf-hum. No pack-

CHAPTER 55

"Did I give you permission to touch the Crown, General?"Phineas didn't look up from the ledger. The heavy gold of his rings clicked against the mahogany desk. Behind him, the air shifted—a familiar scent of cedar and rain. Lucian’s hand froze inches from Phineas’s shoulder. The General’s fingers curled back into a fist. He slowly lowered his arm, the leather of his uniform creaking in the silence of the library."The tea is getting cold, Phineas," Lucian said. His voice was thick, stripped of the barking command that usually defined it. He set the silver tray down on the only clear corner of the desk. "You’ve been at this since sundown. Your eyes are bloodshot."Phineas finally turned. He leaned back, the velvet of the high-backed chair swallowing his frame. He didn't look tired; he looked sharp. Dangerous. "It’s 'Your Majesty' or 'The Crown' when we’re in this room, Lucian. Did you forget your place on the walk up the stairs?"Lucian flinched. It was a small movement, a twitch in hi

CHAPTER 56

"Phineas, stop. Just f**king stop for one second!"The shout echoed off the marble of the east wing. Lucian’s boots thudded against the floor, closing the distance in three predatory strides. He reached out, his hand clamping around Phineas’s bicep. The grip was tight—desperate, not aggressive.Phineas didn't flinch. He didn't even turn his head at first. He just stood there, staring at a portrait on the wall as if the General of the Royal Guard was nothing more than a drafty breeze."Let go, Lucian," Phineas said. His voice was flat. No heat. No anger. Just a void."No. I can’t take the silence anymore. It’s killing me." Lucian’s voice cracked. He moved around, forcing himself into Phineas’s line of sight. His eyes were bloodshot, the golden ring of his irises pulsing with a frantic light. "I can feel your heart, Phineas. I know you're in there. But it’s cold. It’s like looking into a grave. Let me back in. Please."Phineas finally looked at him. He didn't pull his arm away. He let i

CHAPTER 57

"Is the tea getting cold, Lucian? Or are you just standing there to look decorative?"Phineas didn't lift his gaze from the ledger. The nib of his fountain pen scratched a harsh, jagged line across the parchment. The library was a cavern of stale air and old ink, the only light coming from the low, flickering amber of the dying fireplace. He could hear Lucian’s breathing—heavy, rhythmic, the sound of a predator trying to stifle its own nature."It’s herbal. For the nerves," Lucian rasped. The silver tray rattled slightly as he stepped forward. The sound echoed off the high, dark-wood shelves. He didn't move like a General tonight. He moved with a forced, clunky gentleness that made Phineas’s jaw tighten. "You haven't slept in three days, Phin. Just take a sip."Lucian reached out. His hand, scarred and massive, moved toward Phineas’s shoulder. His fingers hovered, twitching, a ghost of a touch intended to offer some kind of grounding warmth.Phineas lurched away. His chair screeched a

CHAPTER 58

"Phineas, wait! Just... stop for one damn second!"Lucian’s hand clamped onto the doorframe, blocking Phineas’s path back to the royal chambers. The Alpha’s chest heaved, his uniform jacket hanging open to reveal the jagged white scars of his nineteen wounds. His red eye burned with a frantic, wet intensity. The hallway was a narrow tunnel of cold stone and flickering torches."Step aside, General," Phineas said. He didn't look up from the leather-bound folder in his hands. He adjusted his white leather gloves, the material creaking softly. "The Council starts in ten minutes. I don't have time for a tantrum.""This isn't a tantrum! It’s us! It’s the bond!" Lucian lunged forward, closing the space until his shadow swallowed Phineas whole. He didn't grab him—not this time. His hands hovered near Phineas’s waist, trembling. "I can feel it, Phin. It’s like a wire stretched too thin. You’re cold. You’re like a goddamn glacier. Let me back in. Just one touch. Let the fated bond do its work.

CHAPTER 59

"You want a drink, General? Or are you just trying to shatter that crystal with your bare hands?"Phineas didn’t look toward the shadows near the terrace doors. He kept his attention on the Beta diplomat, a man named Elias with soft eyes and a laugh that didn't sound like a threat. Phineas took a sip of his champagne, the bubbles sharp against his tongue. His white hair was swept back, glowing like polished bone under the ballroom’s heavy chandeliers. The midnight-blue tunic fit him like a second skin, the gold braid gleaming."The Northern Syndicate is watching you, Phineas," Lucian’s voice rasped from the dark. It wasn't the roar of an Alpha. It was the sound of a man who had been swallowing glass. "Elias is a snake. His family has ties to the Nullifier black market. You’re playing with fire.""I'm the Monarch, Lucian. I own the fire." Phineas turned back to Elias, touching the man’s forearm with a gloved hand. He leaned in, whispering something that made the diplomat chuckle.Lucia

CHAPTER 60

"He’s bleeding. Why is he bleeding, Solomon?" Phineas gripped the edge of the mahogany table, his knuckles white, eyes locked on the diplomat slumped over a plate of half-eaten venison."I didn't touch him, Mother," Solomon said. The seven-year-old sat perfectly still, his silver-black eyes cold, reflecting the flickering candlelight of the Great Hall. He didn't blink. He didn't reach for his juice. He just watched the man’s nose leak a thick, dark crimson onto the white lace tablecloth."The hell you didn't!" Abram barked, slamming his small fist onto the wood. The Golden Boy of the pack, already sporting the broad shoulders of an Alpha-to-be, stood up, his chair screeching against the stone floor. "You were staring at him. You were doing that... thing.""Abram, sit down," Phineas commanded, though his voice lacked its usual steel. He looked at the diplomat—a man who, moments ago, had been laughing about 'human queens' and 'diluted bloodlines.' Now, the man’s eyes were rolling back i

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