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The long table was set for three: crystal goblets of warmed blood for father and daughter, a delicate porcelain plate for Raven—roasted quail glazed with honey and thyme, soft bread still warm from the ovens, a compote of dark berries, and a small silver cup of spiced milk infused with healing herbs. Alaric sat at the head, regal and quiet. He watched Raven with those ancient ruby eyes as she ate—slowly, carefully, still relearning the rhythm of a body that had forgotten how to be nourished. Victoria sat beside her, thigh pressed to thigh under the table, a silent anchor. The king spoke little. When he did, the scribe translated to parchment so Raven could follow: *You heal well, Raven Winte

“To rule on the throne, he has been given to you. And without a doubt, conquer the world with Ryan's pack by your side.” She raised her chin high. “Especially given the fact that your Raven is white, and no one or anyone in history has ever seen or encountered a white Raven. Although there is only one folk tale about this glorious white creature, no one has been able to prove its existence. In the story, it is said that White Ravens may be odd and rare, but they are our kings and queens.” She smiled. “Do you know how powerful that sound is? King and queen united.” She took my hand. "My dear, you are the royalty of our species."

I look at her, wondering why she’s so happy to see me even though I have no clue who she is. “Your Highness,” Eric says, bowing his head. All the color drains from my face as my eyes widen in terror—a redhead Queen. There is only one person she could be. “Hello, princess,” Ava, the Queen of Witches, says, her voice dripping with a sinister sweetness. Her lips, painted in a bold red hue, stretch into a big grin, revealing pearl-white teeth. Clad in a red pantsuit that matches her lipstick, with black heels adding a touch of elegance, she exudes an air of confidence and power. One look at her and it’s evident that red is her favorite color.

I held her gaze with my chin tilted and my gaze focused. “I’m a Ravenfield, the rightful Alpha of that pack, of my home. I will lead them and care for them just like my father taught me. I will also be Queen because I have a partner who’s willing to help me, who’s comfortable and happy with me being my own person. I will do both because both are my birthrights, and no one will tell me otherwise.”

She had to do this. “Am I saying something wrong?” Ashley said and Ava just shook her head and sighed after hearing all these things her heart broke and she said, “this pack is yours Ashley everything is yours-.” “‘Then give me what is my mom.” Ashley said clearly as she looked at Ava with firm eyes, and Ava stared at her and said, “crown me as the alpha right now or I am going to leave the pack! I would rather be a rogue alpha rather than live like this! I want my position for which I was born!"

Her gaze drifted across the lobby. She frowned and tugged lightly on Malcolm's sleeve, then spoke in a hesitant whisper. "Malcolm, look there. Doesn't that person look a little like Selene?" Malcolm followed her line of sight. He saw a tall, slender woman being guided by a uniformed butler toward a restricted VIP area. The silhouette and the way the person walked did look a lot like Selene. But Malcolm only snorted and shook his head, the usual disdain coating his voice. "Impossible. You're imagining things. This is an exclusive club for Alphas that operates on a strict membership system. She's an Omega. How would she ever get in here?"

"I didn't mean any disrespect. My pack and I have come to swear our allegiance to your mate, Queen Hailey." More wolves ducked their heads and lined up in front of the pack house as they flowed out from behind the automobiles. I was a tad bit concerned, even though it was a pretty show of submissiveness. "Swear it, then," I said to James, continuing to look at him. He dropped to one knee, and his pack did the same. "On my life, my pack swears allegiance to Queen Hailey. Even if we die, we will continue to work for her and her goals. I nodded curtly, pleased. "We appreciate your loyalty. For the time being, you'll stay here while we figure out how to best incorporate your pack into the queen'

ASPEN VESPER Going back to inform Raven that she had accepted her offer was a bitter moment for Aspen. Raven's cruelty was something she could not decipher, even though it was linked to how she snatched her mate. “This is wonderful!” Raven laughed loudly. “This will be the best vacation ever! We should get matching swimwear and go to the beach.” The woman reached for a notepad not too far from her bed. “What’s your bra size? 34 C? D?”

Ignoring the 2 ladies, Helena surpassed a paper container over to Raven. "This is... Umm...... To explicit my apologies to you." "What?" Opening it, he observed a freshly baked apple pie. It changed into in reality hand made. "Oh, thank you. I changed into beginning to experience a chunk hungry actually." Raven crammed a bit into his mouth with no wariness. Naturally, the onslaught of criticisms began. "Hey, display me a few alertness, okay!?" "What if it had been poisoned again!?" "What will be the factor of poisoning me again? It's pretty delicious, actually. Or are you ladies speaking approximately a witch's poison apple? It's now no longer like I'm Princess Snow White."

I responded to the Luna Queen’s absurd question. “It is just a few rogues,” she feigned nonchalance with a stiff expression on her face. “Alpha Raven, my boy may be kind to a fault but he is no weakling. He may not be a violent monster like Koa but he is an Alpha through and through. Do not dare look down on my son.” “I would not dare.” Being around this woman was tedious. She had locked herself in her palace and thrown a fit once she heard her son went behind her back to announce he would help the Black Wolves pack with the trouble brewing.