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moving towards the dark path of not just magic but everything and she knew that she had to fix it because without Destiny the world we had been working towards would be destroyed. That the princess that Destiny is carrying would never be born because she would find a way to miscarry to avenge my death and that she needed to born and the son after that would never exists and he also needed to be born all for the royal babies were a must and so she has to resurrect me and she will bestow the part of her soul to Destiny and me of life or death and we would have the choice to choose who lives or dies. So she stops talking to and I sense sadness and fear and I feel my mate anger and her heartbre

' I ask 'No dear. She's my aunt' 'I'm sorry but I don't understand' says jessica. 'The princess you met last night is the soul of my aunt.' 'She's dead?' 'Yes Jessica, the late princess passed away years ago when my father was the king' 'But we had a deal with her last night' 'Did she promise to send you back to your world?' questions the princess. 'How do you know about it?' we ask 'Its very obvious dears. The royal bloodline had an ability to detect if an individual belongs to our world or not. The late princess can hypnotize those who are from foreign lands and I can't read their minds while I can read minds of my people'

I hadn’t known this… and I had a feeling no one much did… "No one knew, Uncle and Dad had put me as the heir to everything, if shit went down." "But wasn’t Kiara pregnant with Dante?" "Yeah, but if I was a stand-in, he would still be a target. So, I would have taken the title completely and I would have given it to Dante in the future. Marcel’s son was only nine. If all three died, it would have fallen on me, although Kiara is an Alpha female. The dangers of being king are huge. Uncle is the only Lycan in existence, even abroad there’s no other. The fact he had got every pack in this country under his reign makes those abroad fear him."

They all looked at the old man that was standing on the podium, eagerly awaiting to hear his response. "I have friends behind those walls and besides that, I have seen the king's corpse myself." He said. The crowd of cheering people looked at each other whispering. Some of what Aurora could understand. "So if the king is dead, who will be the heir to the throne?" A man asked a woman that was standing beside him. "I head that the queen only had one son and her brother's had two sons that are identical twins. One of them will take the place of the king." Said the woman.

“The question you missed was about the royal family. For future reference the crown is passed to the oldest child. Not the oldest son.” My brow furrowed. “What but-” “Last week there was a giant press conference, and the King made this proclamation. So, prior to last week you would have been completely correct.” He closed my test and put it back on the pile. “Part of being a beta is keeping up with current events. We put that in as a trick question.” I sighed and looked away, feeling down.

"Zeline, how was it going? Where are you?" "Have you transformed into a Princess?" "How does it feel to sit in the luxury car seat in the world?" "Don't forget to check Fello’s sausage immediately." "If you don't want Fello, I want to be a replacement for the seeds." "You disappeared, Zeline! Were you kidnapped?" "Zeline, tell me if Fello is Queen Elisabeth's grandson!" "Zeline, you're still alive. Don't die yet. I still want to enjoy this luxury hotel room for my honeymoon!"

But as soon as I turn to see, I get caught. The king is looking at me as I leave. Mother, Tara, and Clare update me about the new king as we dine. The simplest of my three hypotheses is that the old king has passed away. He does, however, have a son, although it is not Orion Wolfhart, the current leader of the Trailblazers Pack.

[ Sophia ] I don't want to be the one! I never imagined my life to come on this turn where I found no way to escape my fixed destiny.All I ever dreamt to pursue my masters's degree at Cambridge and start a new life somewhere far from this city which only gave me deep scars to remember but like I said, destiny always played dirty tricks on me.

Even Ava seemed to shrink back. The king walked toward me, his steps slow and deliberate. He stopped right in front of me and looked me up and down. “This girl,” he said firmly, “is not to be rejected. She is your mate.” “I don’t care if she’s a squirrel,” the king growled. “The moon chose her. And you don’t question fate.” Bryan’s jaw tightened. “I have someone. I love her.” “And I’m so sure she’s lovely,” the king replied coldly. “But love doesn’t rewrite destiny.”

His tone sharpened. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the nausea. The King wasn’t the original reaper because he made a deal with Death. He wasn't a reaper at all. He was the Keeper. “You captured Death,” I whispered. “That’s why he can’t leave.” “That is why he is mine. His power is mine!” the King corrected, stepping closer again, and I stumbled a step back, my heel bumping into my mother’s body. “The crown before was a joke! It was weak and crumbled so easily!”