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I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

He said confidently. I smiled sadly. “I don’t think either of us knows how.” ********* Another two weeks passed. The waiting became unbearable. Every morning, healers visited Lily’s chamber. Every evening, the elders asked whether there was any news. Every full moon, I prayed that somehow…Somehow…The Moon Goddess would perform a miracle. That perhaps I would wake carrying Kael’s child. I knew it was foolish, but hope is a difficult thing to kill. It happened on a rainy afternoon.

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.

I had to help him go shopping for the things he would meet during and after the coronation. There were a few things he already had an idea of, but others Alpha Caramel helped him with it. Alpha Caramel was a great help and in no time, I was watching the councils of Midnight Pack crown my brother as the new Alpha of Midnight Pack. “This is the new Alpha of the Midnight pack,” the council announced, and a guard rushed in and whispered something into Grey's ears.

“He… he rallied Akira. They’ve got proof—your paper. They know about the crown.” My heart stumbles, the crown’s power spiking, pain shooting through my head. Raymond, that weak, stubborn person, still fighting, still tied to Perez. Their bond—it’s not just living. It’s daring me. I laugh, cold, the storm roaring louder. “Let them come,” I say, turning to the platform, carving another rune, blood dripping. “This ends now.” The shade-storm swells, shadows tearing through the vault, cracking the ceiling. Dust falls, bones rattling. I feel their link, faint, through my blood-ink, like a thread I can snap. I raise my hands, the crown shining, and whisper, “Break.”

She allows me time to relax before placing the crown on my head. I close my eyes to fully focus on the powers of the crown. I connect to it like my second heart. Its eye gives me clear sight when I should be seeing darkness. I look anywhere I want, including closed rooms miles away. "Focus on the valleys of Shadowmoon pack. That is where the idiots are hiding slaves," Rowena's voice guides. The crown's eyes take me to the valleys as soon as I think of them. It appears that the rebel lords had gathered their witches. A thick, purple mist swirls around the valleys, designed to hide the thousands of slaves they still hold in the caves below.

It was almost dusk. Everyone began dispersing one after the other, leaving Dante to deal with his pains. King Edwardo found his Queen leaning on the rail on the balcony with a drink in her hand. He walked quietly to her and wrapped his arms around her, startling her. “Your Highness,” She chuckled. “You startled me.” He rested his head on her shoulders and stared at the starless sky. “No stars tonight,” he mumbled. “It’s still too early, your highness. You don’t expect to see stars at this time,” Adora told him. He mumbled something inaudible in response.

The cabinet creaked open—files, a flash drive, and a little glass vial, capped tight, dark red inside. Blood. A scrap of paper stuck to it, Dorian’s scribble: Yours, Sienna. Always was. She reeled back, the vial hitting the floor with a clatter, not breaking but loud as hell. Roman cursed, bending for it, but the lights blinked—once, twice—then went black. Night swallowed them whole, and a low laugh crawled from the stairs. Ezra’s voice slid through the dark: “Loved the Hide and seek, Didn't you?.”

Taking in the caring and lovely face of Elizabeth she blinks and runs towards open arms. Warm and soothing arms wrap around her shoulders. The reverberating sound of thunder goes quite into a silent and peaceful evening. White light from the sky makes her rosy cheeks shine. A smile turns up on the face feeling the warmth of safe haven. She closes her eyes. In reality, present Alicia's eyes are closed, reminiscing the memory. The sword of Zakira shines near her right shoulders and neck which are covered in blood.