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Daniel Adam wasn't much of a family person, his family was taken from him when he was so young. The death of his parents and older brother during an attack on their pack had Daniel in such a state of shock his young mind couldn’t process what had happened and even after such a great loss he never cried about it not even once. It was then that head alpha Reynolds a man he had grown to call uncle, his father's best friend decided to take him in and raise him as his own. In his teens, Daniel was quiet and reserved, He wasn't keen on playing or interacting with teens his own age instead he spent all his time training and learning war tactics from his seniors. At the age of 15, he joined the pack

she said, taking Victoria's hand and trying not to think about how those red nails looked like freshly painted daggers. The interior of the Elysian mansion hit her. She was wowed withmarble floors, artwork that belonged in museums, and a chandelier that could pay for Josephine's entire treatment. Isabella forced herself not to stare, but damn if it wasn't hard when everything screamed old money and power.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

She didn't acknowledge the High Lord's question, which seemed to irritate him. Carden smirked behind his father, but quickly wiped his smug expression off before anyone noticed. The Fireborn Heir loathed his father and was always happy to see him put in his place. Aidas too. The three of us weren't fans of our fathers. Seeing someone disregard them was very rare and very fun to watch. We weren't very close either. I trusted them the way a soldier trusts his legion on the battlefield. Besides, we've had too many losses for us to be rivals.

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Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined. If not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, I would have thought she was dead. “Lewis…” she whispered weakly. I felt a flicker of surprise at hearing her voice and turned toward her. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she looked in my direction. I had always treated her as my cherished jewel, never lifting a finger to harm her. In the past, seeing her in such a pitiful state would have filled me with heartache and rage, ready to avenge her.

(Ethan’s POV) Sleep doesn’t come easy for me. Even when it does, it's hardly peaceful. As soon as my eyes shut a second time, the warmth of Martha’s home slips away, and I find myself in a familiar place—a battlefield I've been to way too often. The ground is soaked in blood, and the air is thick with the smell of iron and ash. Screams echo through the night, sharp like dying stars. I’m back in the thick of it again—older and stronger, my sword gripped tightly in my hand.

I said while mentally rolling my eyes. Bryan growled, his eyes narrowing on me but not wavering from his decision. Deciding to blackmail him into thinking he had upset me, I began to look down, my eyes not meeting his as I purposely got emotional. "You can't try to control me all the time, mates are meant to be equal Bryan but you treat me like I'm below you. I have Alpha blood running through my veins just like you and I understand that you have had a difficult childhood-" I stopped talking when a pained look crossed his face and I instantly felt bad for mentioning his upbringing.