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"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

Thousands of wolves filled the valley, their ranks unified as every single pack within the Blackthorn territories stood shoulder-to-shoulder under the clear blue sky. Elder Rowan stepped forward onto the stone dais, reverently carrying the traditional Crown of the Luna. Unlike the Alpha King's heavy crown of solid gold and sharp obsidian, the Luna's crown was beautifully crafted from delicate white gold, shimmering moonstones, and intricate silver vines. It was simple, elegant, and entirely unburdened by arrogance—just like the woman destined to wear it. Elder Rowan held the shimmering crown toward Killian. According to ancient pack tradition, the Alpha King would place the regalia upon his

The golden collar gleamed like a crown—and wasn't that the sickest joke of all? Kael had worn crowns. Small ones during ceremonies, elaborate ones for state functions, the simple circlet that marked him as Crown Prince during court sessions. He knew the weight of gold against skin, knew how it caught the light and proclaimed ownership, status, *power*. But he'd never seen gold used like this. Never seen it twisted into a symbol of possession rather than authority.

I suppressed the chuckle that threatened to slip past my lips. Kaizen was seated at the head of the table, his regal presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. The crown on his head caught my attention. The crown was a work of art, crafted from the finest gold and adorned with intricate designs and precious stones. As he turned his head, the light caught the jewels, sending shimmering beams of color cascading around the room. The crown fitted him perfectly, the metal curved to fit the contours of his skull, the weight distributed evenly across his brow. He looked up as I entered and called out to me, beckoning me to come and sit next to him. I felt a wave of anger rise within

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

Others lifted their heads toward the ceiling as their voices echoed in raw celebration. My throat tightened painfully. Tears burned behind my eyes. Not weakness. Pride. Overwhelming, unstoppable pride. Then came the crowns. Ancient heirloom crowns were brought forward—massive compared to their tiny heads, crafted from silver and lined with protective runes carved by ancestors long gone. Each crown shimmered beneath the torchlight, heavy with history and power. One by one, the elders gently lowered the crowns above each child—not resting fully on their heads yet, but hovering symbolically above them.

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.