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I also had no desire to seek for him in those time. I had another bittersweet reminiscence, but I was too exhausted to feel the anguish. I took a moment to compose myself before returning to my original task. "Morgan, mommy is here!" I shouted. He quickly turned to me and his smile reached the sky, "Mommy!" Morgan Silva Knight, formed between two blue-blooded Alphas. He could already speak straight and walk well. For the royal blood, this sight was pretty normal— and of course, they would think it was a genius how an Alpha pup could develop his mind with no sweat.

"I'm Allyson, Morgana's illegitimate half sister…. I used to live in the same hell you just survived, my mom and little brother didn't....." "I can help you fill on some gaps on Darren and Morgana" "Morgana is the devil in disguise, that you know already" she smirked "fighting her will be hard, with Darten on her side" "So you need to stay strong and get help from your dad." "my dad?" I asked her "yes, your mom will put you through on that" she glanced at me and smiled. I didn't see our familiar neighborhood until a few hours into the journey.

Her mother asked her curiously. " I think so, mum. When I was on their planet to find the little hobgoblin and I met Eddie, I sensed something strange about him but I wasn't sure back because he wasn't the only person I met. They were two guys, but when I saw him earlier, I sensed it again but this time it was much more than the last time. That means all of them might not be human". Morgana said to her mum. " So, they might be saying the truth then, it means our world is about to be destroyed". Her mother said and quickly rushed outside which made Morgana confused and followed her mother.

After his death, I could finally escape Kyratth, return to Blackridge, shed this cursed disguise, reclaim my old face, and begin my life anew. Carefully, I slipped onto the bed beside Lilith, who slept soundly, unaware. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, whispers trembling from my lips. “Oh Lord of the Flames, let that bastard king die, so my family can finally have the justice they deserve.” --- "Who in the seven realms could have done this to Uncle?" Morgana asked, trying to sniff back the tears burning her eyes. Zarreth lay pale and motionless on his bed while a physician worked over him, his face grim and unreadable.