Crowned By Secrets: Amaris And Osric Novels & Stories

"Have a lovely evening, Miss Cassandra Raventhorn." My stepsister's name. My stolen ticket to freedom. I was Amaris Raventhorn, the unmated omega desperate enough to crash an Alpha's party wearing someone else's identity because the Alpha himself had made it crystal clear that no omegas were allowed. Cassandra had everything I'd ever wanted, and she wore it like a crown while treating me like the dirt beneath her designer heels. She knew my darkest secret, the truth about the night my mother died and she'd wrapped that knowledge around my throat like a noose.

Amaris cut himself off as more words appeared on the page. To unlock this page you must tell your deepest secret to someone in the group you trust the least. Yes. You have all the passed the test. To surround yourself with people you don't trust is like handing your enemy a loaded gun. They watched as the words disappeared, only for more words to appear. - January 7 194 Samael has been acting possessive over me, even though he says he hates me. Daloris tells me she's getting visions of us together in bed, but she can't explain them fully as she still needs her key to unlock her full potential.

They bowed in unison, and Amaris smiled A month later…. "Common, Zarek," Zarek said to his dad, "I want to see her." "She’s with your mom," Jackson replied as they headed toward the throne room. Callum had gone all out decorating the place, flowers, candles, the works. When Amaris walked in, the room went silent. She looked stunning, her simple dress flowing, her hair loose with flowers woven in. Zarek froze for a second, then broke into a grin.

Just beauty for its own sake. Flowers bloomed from our palms, each one reflecting a different perspective. Golden roses for Kael's fierce devotion. Silver lilies for Rhett's sharp intelligence. Blue orchids for Darius's gentle strength. Violet nightshade for Marcus's dark history transformed. And in the center, a bloom that shifted through every color—Lyra's cosmic nature, containing multitudes. We wove them together into a crown. Not for wearing. Just for creating. Just to prove that even as one being, we could still make beautiful things.

“Time is a tool. We will employ it. They believe that subtlety and deception confer upon them an advantage—but we possess the crown, strategy, and loyalty. We will strike when the opportune moment arrives.” As night descended upon the capital, Aera stood on the balcony, observing the city below. Lights flickered in homes and towers, oblivious to the clandestine war unfolding above their heads. The crown pulsed faintly, a steady pulse of power and awareness, guiding her decisions, revealing concealed truths, and granting insight into the intricate webs of deception that stretched like dark threads throughout Eldoria. Somewhere within the city, another whisper of treachery persisted. A figure

That part of him which had brought me so much pleasure was now pressing right against me. "What's wrong? You don't like it?" Leonard wrapped his coat around me and looked down at me with that half smile. It made my cheeks burn and my heart race. On one hand, I was surprised and excited by this new bold game he was playing. On the other hand, I was terrified that Garrett would wake up and discover us. "Why are you doing this..." Being held tightly in his arms, I could feel his hard body against me. My face turned red, and I did not dare to move. However, Leonard leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You know what I want to do, don't you?"

To hide an embarrassing secret, the Deluca family spun a tale about their real daughter being sick and seeking treatment abroad, leaving the stand-in daughter to marry. Naturally, her groom was Marco, the Deluca family's less-than-desirable son-in-law. A red carpet unfurled, swarmed by the press. Marco and Rosa played their parts on stage, a picture-perfect love story of the elite. "Rosa, you're my one and only, come what may. Together, we'll take the Deluca family to new heights." Marco's words dripped with emotion. Then, a thunderous crash tore through the facade.

"And he'll go mad with grief, leading his remaining warriors straight into a slaughter. Such a perfect plan." The roar of engines and the howls of wolves echoed from the distance. "Hear that?" Marcus said smugly. "Your Alpha is coming back to avenge his love. He and Chloe should be—" He was cut off. A howl tore through the forest—not a howl of grief, but a roar of pure, unadulterated war. It was followed by the sounds of engines, gunfire, and battle cries, coming from all directions. Marcus's face went white. "That's impossible... He should be at the safe house—"

Its message chilled my blood: Marcus. Secret meeting. The Crimson Warlord. Midnight. Neutral ground. War council. The hidden war was no longer hidden. It breathed with malevolent life, and soon it would consume everything we held dear. As Kai laid out our response on the carved battle table that had once belonged to wolf kings, I stood by the tall window, the full moon bearing silent witness to the vow forming in my heart. "They wanted to bury me," I whispered to the night wind. Kai turned from his maps and battle plans, his eyes reflecting ancient starlight. "They forgot you are a seed."

Quietly, I asked, "Joan, do you know why I got my hands on Jonathan's riches in my previous life? Yes, my obedience played a part, but knowing all their dirt was another. "Jonathan had AIDS. His dad got it from one of Jonathan's parties as well. I never let Jonathan sleep with me in our whole marriage. When I found out about his… condition, I agreed to have an IVF baby with Jonathan to keep the Pearson bloodline running. The riches? They were for my baby. "I suggest you focus on the Pearsons. Coming after me is just going to be a waste of your precious little time." Then, I smiled, went back up the stage, and held hands with Gilbert. Our fingers were entwined.