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“High Lycan Corvayn Fashionably late as usual.” I settle into my seat at the round table with Jacon settling into the one beside me. “Something came up along the way.” Andrew smiles, twirling a pen in his fingers. “It’s because of that Fiance of yours, Lysara, they call her I think. You no longer take these meetings seriously anymore since you got engaged. It’s either you aren’t here or you come when the meeting is late.” I don't answer him. Andrew isn't done talking. “You claim she’s your right hand but I've never seen her at any of our meetings.”

he said, "your sister Selene has collapsed. Her divine blood is completely spent. The Healer says she won't last the month. The only way to save her is a blood transfusion from someone of the same bloodline." "You're twins. Your blood is a natural match." He paused. "Would you reconsider giving her half of yours?" "I know this is difficult." He hesitated, then slowly drew a divine decree from his sleeve and set it in front of me, an order revoking my title as Queen. "But if you won't save her, I'll have no choice but to grant Selene her last wish. She wants to marry me before she dies." I looked at the decree. "Don't worry," he said, squeezing my hand, his voice going soft. "When this is all

Standing at the doorway, haloed by blinding light in a long blue regal gown stands Laura, my eyes widen at how glorious she looks, with a victorious smile like she is celebrating something, and next to her standing in royal robes as well is Sylvia, with a proud smile wider than her daughter’s. I’m still trying to process everything that’s happening when I notice movement across from me, the Court Master with his head up like he’s about to make an announcement. But that can’t be the case since he only announces grand entrances of royals or decorated officials. Suddenly, his loud treble voice echoes through the halls as the doors shut again. “All rise for the newly bound Luna of our pack, bear

“She’s done more for this land than any born alpha’s daughter. She turned the tides. She made a king fall to his knees for her.” I stared off into the trees. “And that’s exactly why the gods will want her back.” We didn’t know what Kyla truly was. But it was bigger than Luna. Bigger than wolf. And if the Dark Witch and Aldrian were just the beginning— Then the secret we held could destroy everything she’d built. Because a Queen can rule the kingdom… …but what happens when she learns she was never part of the bloodline meant to hold it? ***** Back at the castle. KYLA – POV

The other six chairs surrounding it were already occupied. "Alpha Ciaran," said a dry, feminine voice. It was Amyra, the vampire queen. Her cold and calculating red eyes locked onto mine with amusement. "Countess Amyra." I bowed my head slightly, taking a seat at the table. Across from me, Zolaiah grunted in acknowledgement. The ogre king didn’t like formalities. His tusks jutted out from chapped lips, and his enormous bulk made his chair creak under him. "Let us begin," Rune Elarion, Princess Regent of the Bleeding Throne, said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

“She has dishonored her bloodline. Betrayed her own. She has conceived a child with our enemy—the one who has spilled our pack’s blood without mercy.” He didn’t look at me as he said it. Not once. “From this day forth,” he continued, voice cold as steel, “she is no longer under this pack’s protection. Her name, her title, and her right to call herself Moonbane… are stripped.” The world stopped. Stripped of everything. My name. My place. My worth. A sob tore at my throat, but I held it in… barely. Aunt Ysara stood to the side, her arms folded, face a blank mask carved from ice. I met her eyes once. She didn’t flinch.

Pythia seethed and the tone of her voice made me want to panic. I've never seen her so mad before. "I had every intent to forgive and give you a merciful death but since you want to talk shit about my brothers I'll make sure you stay alive long enough to suffer in the worst way possible." Pythia said and with each word she brought Penny closer to her face and Penny no longer tried to hide her fear. Penny was thrashing her body around trying to get Pythia to loosen her grip so that she could get away. Pythia raised her other hand and struck Penny with such a force that sent her to the ground, Penny hit her head and we all heard a loud crack when her head hit the ground. I focused my attention