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"But, no. I am not immortal. Only the Alpha is." "Then, how?" she asked. "He gives us his blood," Avala said. "Voluntary for Soren and involuntary for me. He basically spiked everything I drank with his blood." "That's disgusting." Elora's face twisted with disgust. "Will you show some damned respect?!" I hissed. She deftly ignored me, acting like Avala was all that existed to her. "You left him because of that?" "Yes," Avala sighed. "Everything and everyone I knew and loved are dead or forgotten. Just like these two, I stand alone in the world. I am not immortal, but my aging process is considerably slowed. I don't even know when it actually progresses."

"Turn their love for him into his greatest weakness." "What about Avalon?" The question hangs in the air, loaded with implications. My son, who threw away his birthright for misguided loyalty. Who chose a lycan prince over his own blood. "Avalon made his choice. When you find him, and you will find him, he dies alongside the others." My voice carries the weight of absolute finality. "There is no mercy for traitors, even when they share my name." "Understood."

A new rift opens, its light and void swirling, and a whisper echoes—The heart breaks. Aelys leads, Cassia carrying me, and the Veil’s heart endures, but the Overveil’s rifts consume the realm. Aelys rises, Cassia’s fire, Renn’s loyalty, Maddox’s hope, Sylvara’s resolve, Lysara’s redemption, Zorath’s spark, Valthor’s unity, Lirien’s defiance, and Theryn’s fragile alliance stand with her, and with the sanctum exposed, she faces a choice that will forge our legacy.

“Even if you don’t trust our intent and doubt me and Darius, that’s fine. But at least give us a little grace as we would never do something so horrendous to the son of the man who led you. All of this is for his future.” They all shared glances. Even Frank’s face started to soften. “If there comes a time when something even bigger comes at us and we can’t do more with my powers and need brute strength, wouldn’t it be great to have the vampires on our side? They have the speed and the strength. Aaron. That’s the name of Aeron’s child. He’s not here today because I didn’t know how you would all take it, and I didn’t want things to get ugly in front of him. He’s the heir to all of this. He’ll

The burn of the alcohol did nothing to dull the memory. He had lost control. Completely. Adrian prided himself on his absolute containment. He was a man who calculated every breath, every move, every transaction. But the moment Luca had looked at him with those wide, terrified eyes and screamed that he hated him, a primal, ugly dark thing had snapped inside Adrian’s chest. The word hate had felt like a physical strike, a refusal of the ownership Adrian had tried so desperately to cement.

The file was older than the conflict. Older than the marriage. Older, even, than Verona’s public restructuring. It sat inside Dante De Luca’s private study, bound in dark leather, its edges worn from handling but never disclosed. Stamped in understated silver: Legacy Activation — Conditional Dante closed it slowly. Not because he hesitated. But because timing mattered. And timing, in his view, was everything. At 7:15 a.m., Alessandro received a secure notification from the internal legacy vault system.

“This is a contract, Anabelle. You have five years to win his heart, to break his stone heart. After five years and you couldn't win his heart, all your father's legacy and kingdom would be taken from you.” “This is the only way you can get access to his legacy and become our Luna.” Elder Maros concluded. The elder nodded in agreement. “Staying with Alpha Roman will give you structure and control over your emotions. As well as we will have an Alpha.” Elder Maros suggested. My jaw clenched, and I could feel my wolf side burning with anger, the elders my dad once favored had betrayed me. I lifted my head, but–” elders…” “Our decision is final. You aren't allowed to counter that!” Uncle Raven c

Full of jungle landscapes and great battles with demons were just as common as scenes showing them living alongside the monks peacefully. Only one piece of furniture stood in the room. A single, long stone table that reminded me of the Avery's Family Altar. He'd helped her and the other men in the Manser line move the giant relic last summer after Nathan had shown his true colors. And the table before him could have been the exact same one. "Come," Amna insisted, walking over the mosaic floor comprised of small stones and crystals set in concentric circles that wound tighter and tighter to disappeared under the table.

he ordered. I stood up in front of him. He picked up the knife from inside the bowl and took a hold of my hand. He made a small cut in the middle of my palm. He looked into my eyes and I looked back without flinching. Such small cuts didn't bother me anymore. He held my hand and squeezed a few drops of blood into the cup. Then he used the knife to make a cut in his own palm and squeezed some of his blood in the bowl. The blood sizzled when it mixed together and then turned into water before evaporating. "The Rogue pack, I present to you Avalyn Alvarez, pack member, the rightful heir of the Montana Pack and the future Luna of the Rogue Pack," Master announced and the whole pack burst into che

// A/N: *mes pattes* is cajun slang for " my paws, or feet" BIG ANNOUNCMENT! Legacy is now available on multiple platforms, I will leave details on my Facebook page @facebook.com/danger.beanz.3 Happy Reading <3