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“Daddy! Mommy! You’re both here!” Crown’s delighted voice carried through the air as he sprinted toward his parents. His small feet thudded against the pavement, the straps of his backpack bouncing slightly with each step. His golden eyes, full of innocence and excitement, locked onto Jade and Ceynol, who stood just beyond the school gate. Jade knelt, extending her arms. “Of course, sweetheart! We promised, didn’t we?” Crown flung himself into her embrace, his little arms wrapping tightly around her neck.

“Another noble who thinks beauty is enough? Pathetic.” Embarrassment burned through me, but I refused to cry but ot in front of all these strangers. I knelt down and began gathering my belongings alone, biting the inside of my cheek to keep my hands steady. Just as I reached for the last fallen book, another hand picked it up first. I looked up slowly and found myself staring into piercing emerald green eyes. Kael Draven. The Crown Prince of the Shadow Kingdom stood there, tall and intimidating, his jet-black hair framing a face carved from ice. He said nothing as he handed the book back to me. His gaze lingered far longer than necessary, studying me with an intensity that made my pulse quic

Ready. “Who are you?” I demand. “We are the Unbound,” she says simply. “Those who severed ourselves from the Crown long before you ever touched it.” My breath catches. “That’s impossible,” Blake says behind me. The woman’s smile widens. “So everyone said.” The Crown hums louder now—not angry. Uneasy. “You came because of me,” I say. “Yes,” she replies. “And because of what you broke.” She steps closer, stopping just short of the tree line. “You didn’t destroy the Crown. You made it vulnerable.”

Just wind. And silence. Behind her: the crown—no longer gold, but forged in obsidian and bullet casings. It wasn’t worn. It was placed—on a pedestal. A symbol. She didn’t need it on her head. Because the world had already bent its knees. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — FINAL ENTRY OF THE CITADEL ERA “I did not inherit an empire. I burned the ashes and named the smoke.” “I did not want their crown. I broke it, reforged it, and left it behind.”

Sharp enough to steal the air from my lungs. My eyes flew open as the connection deepened, unstable but insistent. Images flickered through my mind, too fast to hold at first, until one forced itself into clarity. The crown. Dark. Heavy. And then something beneath it. A flaw. Not something visible, not something physical, but something that could be felt through the echo itself. My breath caught. “There is a way,” I said, my voice low but intense. Every gaze snapped to me. “The crown can be overwhelmed.”

Cordelia – I grabbed my husband and teleported us to the Redwood Pack grounds. Once we are at the pack, I walk over to the packhouse and find a very flustered gamma trying to run all affairs. I walk up to the Gamma and explain that I am Alexi’s grandmother, a former queen to the throne and my husband was a former King to the throne. I explained that my husband Edward would run the pack until there was an Alpha and a Luna to take back the reigns. I had him call my grandson Alexander 2nd to confirm our identities.

It was the least time-sensitive answer we needed, but I was hoping the answer would be easy to find, and that little win would stoke our waning hope. Double checking my location in the stacks with what I’d noted down, I scanned the titles on the shelf in front of me until I found the one I was looking for. Pulling out the book, I remembered how the High Priestess had briefly referred to our forehead bands as crowns. It was that memory that had tugged at me when I first saw this title. Violet sensed my excitement down the bond. Find something? Hopping the answer would be yes, I flipped to the introduction, the much-needed hope fluttering in my chest as I read.

over. Crown wasn’t wrong, being around me could be very dangerous. A part of me wanted to tell both of them. Another part of me was nervous that they’ll see me differently. They won’t the voice inside my head said. Are you real? I asked the voice. We will meet someday soon, the voice said. “Baby,” Crown whispered as his face came closer to mine and hoovered just above my lips. I stuck out my tongue and licked his bottom lip. At the same time, Orion was peppering kisses on the left side of my neck. My right hand grabbed the shirt in the center of Crown’s chest. My left hand was squeezing Orion’s right thigh. “Tell us,” Crown continued to whisper. “But I don’t want to,” I whined

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️