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Josh suddenly blurted out. Arya went mute immediately. "Uhm, he's right you know, don't get this twisted, I love what you and Ronald share, it's a perfect love story, but it's like you seem to forget that the boy in question happens to be your brother, he's your blood Arya," Christie added. "And you just had sex with him, isn't the whole scenario a bit absurd to you? This is freaking incest, I have to tell you the truth even if it hurts cause I care about you and this...

Arya “What are the names of your family members?” I ask when we pull up in front of a mansion. He smiles when I ask this. “My eldest brother is Kai, he’s our leader, and it’s his birthday today, his wife is Caterina. Then there’s Konstantin and his wife Lilith, my youngest brother, Nikolai and his…girlfriend Nova.” “You only have brothers?” I ask with a frown, and he nods. “Wow, I would have loved a brother growing up.” As much as I loved being an older sister, I would have liked having an older brother who could protect me if needed.

“Of course, we know what you are experiencing Theon but we are also dreaming to be grandparents, to have that baby on our hand. And we want to see you getting married, having that someone with you for the rest of your live. Can you remember the last time you fainted, it was already three years ago, maybe that fainting-thing was over and somehow, you’re healed. We don’t know that.” “But mom? How could i?” Even though I wanted to badly complain or to defend my thoughts, I ran out of words. I was totally speechless about everything and the only defense I had was to leave them alone first. And I badly needed that too – some time alone. So, I ran off. I left them watched me marching back to my ro

“But we don’t have to talk about that yet. Let’s take it slow.” I looked down at myself—my arms were bruised, my legs wrapped in linen. “You saved me.” He offered a small smile. “Of course I did.” Later, after I managed to sit up and eat the warm stew he brought me, Rowan sat beside the fire and began to speak. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he said. “Something you have a right to know.” I looked at him, waiting. “Kael and I… we used to be like brothers,” Rowan began. “I was his Beta. We grew up together, trained together, fought together. When his father went mad with power, we killed him. Together.”

The walls of that house became my cage, suffocating in its silence. My only escape was television. The moment I turned it on, the universe twisted its knife. There, broadcast for all to see, was the glorious presentation of the twin heirs of Keladia: Kaelan Draven Greystorm Lockwood and Serenya Valtoria Greystorm Lockwood, cradled proudly by their parents. Queen Luna Bella Flora Lockwood and her Lycan King, Chadrick Kent Greystorm. The image of him—Hendrick’s mirror, down to the smolder in his eyes—made my chest cave. My nails dug into my palms until they nearly broke the skin.

Beside her, bundled in dark velvet edged with moon-metal thread, was his sister. Lyrielle. His mother had whispered her name against his brow months ago, promising he would be a fierce older brother, promising the palace would echo with laughter again. Now the chamber echoed only with the weight of loss. Vaelrion took one trembling step forward—and stopped. He could not bear the sight of them any longer. Behind him, his father entered. No guards. No attendants. Just a king walking toward the ruin of his world. Rhaziel approached the bed and knelt with careful reverence, as though afraid to disturb their rest. He brushed his gauntleted knuckles over Aelthira’s cheek, then bent to touch the ti

It turned to Xavier, its voice echoing in our minds like a whisper. “She is of your blood,” the cobra said, its tone ancient and commanding. “The daughter of Luna Althea and Alpha Layne, born of the Crystal Pack. She is your sister.” Tears streamed down my face as the cobra’s words sank in. The truth I had longed for, feared, and hoped for was now undeniable. Xavier’s face lit with relief and joy. He stepped toward me, his hands trembling as he placed them on my shoulders. “You’re my sister,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “After all this time, I’ve finally found you.”

Rowan Caelen Blackthorn. The name still felt surreal on my tongue. A name that held strength, legacy, and love. A name chosen not for show but for the heart of the man it honored, Rowan, Lyra’s twin, Xander's brother, my friend, my brother-in-law, and the soul who had carried so much weight on his shoulders with unwavering loyalty.

Blake was sitting opposite me and I could instantly feel that he did not like his brother sitting next to me. “Xavier, meet the Lycan King Jolene, her mate Alpha Maverick, their children, Prince Harlan, and Princess Luna, and Harlan’s mates, Austin, and Cyrus. Luna is the child of the prophecy. She is also Blake’s mate,” Queen Helena tells him. He looks at us and smiles. His smile is amazing.

A scent wafted toward them—sharp, smoky, and full of rage. Kael’s nostrils flared. “That’s not Hollowed One.” Riven narrowed his eyes. “That’s your brother.” Kael went still. From the trees emerged a figure cloaked in obsidian leather, blood dripping from his gauntlets. His eyes burned blue, his body still half-shifted, muscles twitching beneath skin pulled too tight with fury. “Rowan,” Kael whispered. The younger brother of the Alpha. The shadow no one dared name. “You should have killed her,” Rowan spat. “You should have let the prophecy die with her blood.”