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"Don’t do this, Lauren. I made mistakes, but..." "You weren’t wrong, Oliver. You're a man, and you should fulfill your promises. I believe you said what you were really feeling. You don't need to go back on your word, especially since it was a promise to the dead! I totally understand.” As soon as Lauren finished, I saw Oliver's face turn deathly pale, and I felt a shiver go down my spine. It seemed Lauren would never get over what Oliver had done. Oliver's wife was brilliant. She set up a dead end for both of them before she passed away. Unfortunately, Oliver was playing along.

I too would like to know what he meant by ‘mother’. Ignoring the question Oliver goes on to say, “You will stay here the night. I am hoping you will not try to murder me in my sleep. Believe it or not, I want the queen of shifters returned to this realm too. Even my cousin's mate King Kellen is needed in this realm. So, we will help you reach the tree and do what we can to retrieve the dagger.” I didn’t trust Oliver as far as I could throw him. He was a conniving fucker. A sly fox that would never change.

Then, he crumpled to the ground. Sophia stood frozen, her mind unable to process what had just happened. She looked around wildly, trying to find the source of the shot, but the darkness around her seemed impenetrable. Panic surged through her as she dropped to her knees beside Oliver, her hands shaking as she tried to stop the bleeding. But it was too late. Oliver’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his eyes fluttering closed as he struggled to speak one last time. “Sophia…” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. “Be careful… they’re always… watching…”

I was right after all. “Oh, Elowen, Elowen. Did you really think that you've won? When a lot of people want you dead. We are not your only enemy.”Olga let out a sinister laugh while clinging onto Henry. “I guess we should thank the queen for this one last gift.”He said just as they stopped in front of me. Olga held my chin and grabbed my cheeks when I pushed her hand away. “I will make sure that you will die tonight, Elowen. I won't be able to live a peaceful life as long as you're alive. I must see with my own eyes how life will leave your eyes.”

He looked from my face to Gawain' as if debating who to break what news he was carrying to first. "There was... Queen Oleia was murdered." My eyes shot to Gawain immediately. He looked dazed. Like he was going to fall. I rushed to where he stood and grabbed his elbow. "What... How?" He managed to say. "I wasn't given the details but... They say it was Prince Dameon." "Dameon... He would never--" "I'm afraid that isn't all, Sire." I looked from Gawain' face to Orien's. His grey eyes seemed to water now as he watched us both.

“You don’t know that for sure!” “DIE.” She clutches her chest, gasping. “N‑n…” It reminds me of Niles. I watch as she takes her last breath. “Never trust a witch. Got it.” I let her body fall and immediately run to Colt. He breathes heavily but is awake. “Are you okay?” I ask him. “Yes. Are you?” “I’m okay.” I look at Honora, then at the unconscious Oliver. “It’s over. It’s finally over.”

Lucian's words touched his heart deeply and made him forget the pain. Lucian tightened his grip on Oliver's hand as Oliver took his last breath and closed his eyes. He died peacefully in the arms of his beloved king. Everything suddenly became quiet inside Lucian's mind. He no longer heard Eric's screams and cries. He no longer heard Horace's voice calling his name. He no longer heard the screams of pain and the sound of swords clashing. Lucian moved his gaze from Oliver's face to look ahead. He saw Igor who was on his horse heading towards him with a sword in his hand. Igor's eyes told him he would take his head.

Olive’s voice slightly fades away with her last sentence. “Many did not understand it. They thought she was drowned by her emotions upon losing the former Ruler. But what they didn’t see… was her tears as she decides to conduct the Great Bloodshed.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “My father chose to die. Raith’s mother, Kate’s father, and the people who fought till their last breath chose to die for the Empire, so she is not at fault. The Quislings are. If they didn’t revolt, none of those things would happen. And maybe… Maybe the cheerful, smiley Boss that we knew still exists up until now….” Olive felt the heat on her chest as she tried to fight back the tears that were starti

He laughed and stood before me again, covering the bright light behind him. "Oliver will die soon before sunrise. I don't need him anymore. I have enough trouble with him because he knows too much like you." He dipped his head to meet my eyes, "He knows all the secrets I've been hiding for years, Quinn. Did you share with him our little thing?"

I wasn't a royal, not now, not ever. "Call me a Royal again and there will be one less beta in the world." The king sighed, as Lewis's eyes widened, he chuckled before turning to the guy next to him. "This is the royal gamma, Oliver." Oliver tried to smile but it appeared more like a grimace than anything else. "How's your dick?" I questioned sarcastically causing a full scowl to cross his face. "If you weren't our Queen, you would be executed for your mouth alone." Oliver barked.