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Lisa didn't respond, but Trey responded, “I have been asking but she won't say.” Mrs Rosa's gaze fell upon Lisa, she couldn't help but notice the striking beauty of the child before her. However, there was something peculiar about her appearance that captured her attention. It was an antique Jade necklace adorning her neck that stood out. Mrs Rosa however, recognized it immediately as the same one from a magazine she had seen years ago when she and her family were still living in the opulent Collins mansion in country A. The necklace was a prized heirloom of a rival mafia family, which made the situation all the more perplexing. How did the little girl come to possess such a valuable and ris

Malaya said, placing a kiss to my forehead. "Malaya…I-" "This necklace is a family heirloom." Malaya told me. "And it was always intended for Cameron's mate. This rightfully belongs to you now, Freya. Consider this a welcome gift, for being a part of our family, our pack and as the future Luna." Before I could say anything, another knock sounded at the door that had Malaya grinning from ear to ear. "Looks like your dates are here."

Haydn’s Pov Beneath the bright moonlight, I gently touched the necklace around my neck, a habit I had when deep in thought. This necklace has been passed down through generations of my family, and it's quite special. The magic in this necklace will burn whoever tries to wear it without being its rightful owner. I am Haydn Tude, the first in the Tude family who can wear this necklace. My father, Richard Tude, told me it meant my fated mate would be someone who could wear the matching necklace.

Julia’s POV The moment I saw the necklace, my heart felt a sudden relief. The necklace was a pearls strung together in a flawless strand, creamy white, perfectly round, with the faintest luminescent sheen that shone in the light like moonlight on water. The necklace’s importance likely stems from its deep emotional value to me. It was my mother’s favorite newer jewelry. It has been a cherished heirloom, passed down through generations of my great grand mother and to my grandmother and then to my mother. It’s a quiet moment of connection of the family.

The moonlight seemed to dance with them, a celestial partner in their celebration. In a secluded corner of the garden, their descendants gathered to share stories and reflect on the legacy of their illustrious forebears. The necklace that Roberick had given to Cynthia, now a cherished heirloom, passed through the generations as a symbol of enduring commitment and the values they held dear.

He walked back into the room and sat down. Angeline held up the jade necklace and said, “This was given to your grandmother by your great-grandmother. Your grandmother gave it to your mother, and now your mother is giving it to me.” Jay curled his lips. “This was passed down from our ancestors?” Angeline nodded. “Yes, Mom said that this necklace is only passed down to daughters, but since she doesn’t have a daughter, she passed it to me.” Jay said, “You believe what she said?” Angeline nodded. “Yes, I do.”

It was one of the toys his father carved for him when he was a little boy! Eli loved it, and while he was busy showing me his Lycan, Oliver handed me a gift. The bow looked a little crushed, and I quickly opened it. Inside there was a dark blue velvet box. I carefully opened the box and gasped. There was a necklace inside that took my breath away. The silver necklace had a beautiful charm with a howling Lycan that was fixed to a shell that looked like a pearl. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever owned. I looked up at Oliver, who looked at his mother. “The necklace has been handed down for many generations. It is your first heirloom as Queen.” Athena smiled.

“That’s why we drink it. It’s the only way to survive.” Then came the box. Velvet. Small. Black. She set it gently between us, like a priest offering a relic. “I wanted you to have something from my family,” she said softly. “An heirloom. Passed through generations. My mother wore it during her first pregnancy, and my grandmother before her.” I opened it slowly. The necklace was beautiful. Too beautiful. Silver strands woven into delicate chains, six obsidian stones shaped like droplets, each etched with runes. Eastern. Ancient.

The one that actually matters. “This piece has been passed down for generations, worn by those accepted into the Morozov family. A symbol of belonging.” She turns to Konstantin, awaiting his approval. He gives the barest nod, his gaze flicking to me for half a second. Right. This is supposed to be my moment. I step closer to get a better look. The necklace is a stunning piece of white diamonds, set in an intricate, lace-like pattern that looks both delicate and unbreakable. It’s gorgeous. And heavy. And expensive enough to buy an entire fucking country.

Inside, lays a dainty necklace. It is the last and only thing I have left of my mother. The necklace has a delicate pendant with an emblem. An emblem of a howling wolf with tiny red rubies for eyes. The same emblem as the one on Rowena’s father’s ring. Oh, God. No.