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"It’s a rare skill, even among our kind. But I suppose I should introduce myself properly, since we are going to be seeing a lot of each other." ​She leaned in closer, the scent of vanilla and something metallic filling my senses. ​"I'm Elena," she said, a small, sharp smile playing on her lips. "Cassian’s fiancée. And the mother of the next Vaelor heir." ​The air left my lungs. I looked at her hand, the hand that had supposedly saved my life, and all I could think about was the note I had dropped on the table. Could she have been the one who dropped the note? And did she really say Cassian’s fiancée? How was that even possible?

She looked around thirty, elegant and confident. Victor stood up with a rare smile. “Elena. I did not know you were coming.” Elena Langford. Victor’s daughter and Damien’s half-sister. Her eyes landed on me immediately. “So this is the new wife. Ava, right? You are younger than I expected.” “Nice to meet you,” I said politely. Elena smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. She studied me like I was a problem to solve. Later that afternoon, she found me alone in the library.

He asked, I could see his puzzled expression. “Hm..hmm” I nodded, a smile on my lips. “Jenna, you’re amazing, this tastes so good” Roseline said. “My daughter-in-law is an amazing cook” Sara said as she had the food in her mouth “Thank you mother” I said, basking in their praises. ‘Thankfully this old hag was too busy talking to her club friends to even noticed when I went out to get the food’ I smiled at her especially, she’s also a pawn in my plan to get Damien, if I can’t take make Damien’s thoughts to revert back to me, I’ll just have to take Abigail out of the picture, all the while claiming what is mine.

Valeria quickly turned her head to the side, pretending she was admiring some distant building like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Footsteps approached behind her. “Need a ride?” Damien’s voice rang out. Valeria turned and opened her mouth to decline. “No, I’m with….” “Hi!” Elena suddenly appeared beside her, grinning like a devil in disguise. “I’m Elena. And no, Valeria actually does need a ride.” Valeria shot her a glare that could burn holes in her. “Oh, come on,” Elena whispered behind a smile. “You're welcome.” “What?” Valeria hissed under her breath.

She fought the lump in her throat. “You want Elena,” she said, voice cracking. “You will pick her over me.” Alessio inhaled slowly. Gabriel folded his arms. “Elena is different,” Alessio said. “She is real.” Valentina laughed then. It was bitter and sharp. “Real?” she spat. “She is a child. She barely knows your rules. She will break. She will fail.” Gabriel shook his head. “She is brave.” Alessio softened his gaze and looked at Elena. Then back at Valentina.

“Just like she did. You are all going to burn, and you are all going to be begging for my mercy, just as I know that she did too…” Kael Lockwood. Evelyn. Damon. Sienna. Every single one of them. I was going to be sure to watch. And I was going to be sure that they withered. Pain for pain. Fire for fire. And I would make them beg before it was over.

She turned to the four who stood at each corner of the platform: the Alpha, the Luna, Mason, and Elena. My breath hitched. Elena looked radiant, even in the firelight. Composed. Fierce. The flicker of the torch in her hand mirrored something wild in her eyes. Together, they lowered their torches, slow and reverent. The fire caught, a breath of heat and gold rushing upward as the pyre came alive. The logs snapped and cracked, and a trail of smoke spiraled toward the sky like a whispered promise.

Elena had the fastest healing abilities that I know of. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But she is safe for now. That is what matters.” Ronan placed a hand on my shoulder. “I will discard everyone. You should go inside, Alpha.” I didn’t wait for more. I pushed the door open and entered quietly. ____ Elena lay in the center of the bed, the blankets pulled up to her waist. Her wrist was wrapped in clean bandages, and so was her leg. A strip of plaster ran diagonally across her chest, and more patches covered her arms.

“So, who’s the lucky one?” “Well… um…” Marina faltered. I slipped my hand over hers, comforting her. “He’s human,” she blurted, almost in one breath. “The son of a doctor and a teacher.” For a second, silence filled the room. Then Elena laughed. “Oh goddess, I thought the dog-mate pairing was amusing, but this—this is even better. A human.” The air turned heavy. All eyes shifted to her. “Elena,” Valen snapped, his tone sharp as steel. “I’m warning you. Speak of my sisters’ mates with respect. One is destined to be king of two kingdoms, and the other would become a prince.”

Elara remembered Dante’s final instruction. Trust no one except the architect. She looked back at the screen where Marco’s calm face still addressed the camera. “Because the real move hasn’t happened yet.” Before anyone could respond. Elena’s system alarm sounded again. Another message from the legacy network. Elara turned instantly. “What is it?” Elena’s voice carried surprise. “It’s from Vale.” The message appeared on the screen. Short. Simple. Exactly like his earlier communication. Elara read it aloud. “Now we begin.”