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She grabbed my hands. “Before she died, she met your mother. Pregnant, heavy with child, and from the evil pack under the siege of Yomen. She gave her the orb, in the form of a tonic to drink.” Oh, Luna! I started shaking, not liking what I was hearing. “Are you?” my voice cracked. “Are you saying?” “Yes, child,” her voice was firm. Her hands were cold. “The orb is in you.”

The First King interrupted him instantly. “She still believes she can save you.” Lucien’s body trembled violently. Every muscle straining against possession. Then suddenly— he grabbed Althea’s wrist. Hard. Black resonance surged directly into her through the bond. Pain slammed through her instantly. Visions exploded across her mind. Ancient battlefields. Burning territories. The fall of House Elyrion. The First King standing beneath silver skies covered in blood. And then— betrayal. Althea saw wolves turning against each other.

"Luna Maria instructed I prepare for his arrival" Releasing me I drop to the floor gasping for breath, feeling my neck I knew bruises would be starting to appear. "Get on with it then b***h, do as your Luna has told you. But remember, stay out of my way and away from my mate, no one wants to see your hideous face anyway." With a sly smirk she struts off down the corridor. Picking up my basket I slowly open his suite door, glancing around I see nothing has changed in the past year. Putting the basket down I quickly begin wiping surfaces. "It will be different this time Lilah" Sky said to me, "how are you so sure Sky? He thought nothing of me before so why hope it has changed?" I reply. "It's

Luke's voice cut through the hysteria like a scalpel - deceptively calm, yet carrying an undercurrent of something far more dangerous. She turned slowly to face him, the blood freezing in her veins at what she saw. His expression might have been carved from marble, but those eyes... Those eyes promised retribution. "Tell me, Fiona," he murmured, each syllable dripping with lethal precision, "exactly how a dying she-wolf 'framed' you into legally seizing her properties?" He took a predatory step closer. "How she 'manipulated' you into stealing her medical treatment slot?" Another step.

A place we had deliberately avoided. The goddess’s voice snapped me out of my trance. There, in the house of betrayal, the boy sleeps. But his sleep is not peaceful. He is the bait and you are the hunted. What do you mean? Lykan asked sharply. The moment you cross into their land, she said, voice lowering, you awaken the blood pact your enemy sealed with death. They know you're coming. I felt a chill grip my bones. Still… we had no choice. We bowed respectfully and departed, her final words echoing behind us like a warning.

She pointed at Leonardo with trembling fingers. “You! You just killed our child with your bare hands!” Leonardo looked startled, but he quickly turned to me, panic appearing on his face as he rushed to explain. “It's not what you think, Madeline! We always used protection. There’s no way she could be pregnant with my child! “She must have slept with another mafia boss. There’s no way that thing inside her is mine!” “Leonardo, stop being disgusting.” My voice was ice-cold. “In the previous lifetime, you and Dora went to great lengths to kill me. And now you’re playing the devoted lover? You never loved me. You only cared about my family’s power and wealth.”

The Book of the Traitor Rosanna's POV~ I was at the table, the battered one, where a single flame flickered, dancing, its shadows twisting like ghosts across the wall. My fingers worked their way along the spine of Eleanor’s journal, my daughter’s beautiful script a lifeline out of a past stolen by Galden’s avarice. My heart ached, a general ache, as I read, each word another splinter of her defiance, her love for Valenticia. Midnight hush shrouded the manor, a clock’s measured tick the only sound to break Seryne’s stillness, but my chest tightened with fear—Gregor’s treachery, uncovered within these pages, was a blade to my granddaughter’s throat. I stopped, my breath catching, as an entry

Bring Vessa, she should see what is happening here. I sealed it and gave it to the morning rider. I sat with the letters a while longer after he left, both of them, Ronan's from the mountains and the earlier one from Kael, and felt the specific shape of being a person who had people in different directions who were thinking about her from wherever they were. That had not always been true. The daughter of a traitor had learned early to make herself small enough not to matter to people who would use her mattering as a weapon. The accused had learned to trust nothing and no one and to move fast enough that attachment became a liability.

Like I hadn't used it in days. I cleared my throat and looked him dead in the eye, even though my hands were shaking. "No," I said again, louder this time. "I didn’t wear any." The air in the room changed. It got heavier. Harder to breathe. Kieran’s eyes darkened. A toothy grin spread across his lips. It was a predatory smile. "Good girl," he said. Those two words hit me like a blow. They made my stomach heave.And then the betrayal happened. My body betrayed me. My nipples hardened. It was instant and painful.

I whispered darkly, "Versa." Dark light surged from my palms, flooding into her skull like ink in water. Her body convulsed once… twice… Her eyes slowly lost their light as she collapsed to the ground, unconscious. I stood upright and wiped my hands clean—using her hair. Disgusting Luna. I stepped away from the room and cast one last gaze across the High House… and over the entire city of New Orleans. I won't return here—not until I find a way to bring back my family…The ones I betrayed.