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He was incredibly supportive, and she’d admitted to me that she couldn’t do any of this without him. We still didn’t know about his and Bentley’s connection to the core of Erea though. One thing we weren’t ready to deal with, was Dove’s existential crisis. A while after everything had gone down, we noticed that she never wanted to be left in a space with King Hunter, and once Clayton and I picked up on it, we asked her why, and she said she was scared he hated her. That’s when Genevieve dropped a bomb on us all. Dove isn’t actually her child either. Dove’s parents had been murdered by Eligor, and Genevieve took her in, raising her as her own, which I guess he allowed.

"The baby has the same birthmark as mine." Cameron picked up the photo and stared at the one year-old’s birthmark. "But they died over twenty-five years ago," Cameron swallowed. "I know this. My parents' heads were returned to the kingdom, but not my baby sister's." "Are you saying that Reniece is your—umm sister?" Cameron gulped. "Yes. I think Reniece is my sister. I think she is Princess Kaylani Valencia Coldblood."

“I’m happy to announce that my last day of physical therapy was Thursday.” Everyone expressed how happy they were for him – including Derek. “Yes. I no longer need the cane for tough days and stairs,” Cameron said proudly. “And I have another piece of good news.” “Which is?” Constance asked with intrigue. She was wearing a fitted azure dress that really flattered her. “My father is engaged to be married,” Cameron revealed proudly. Surprised chatter ensued. “To whom?” Chelsea’s mother asked. “Angela King. My half-brother’s mother,” Cameron answered.

“No, Dahlia. You’re weaker. More than ever! You’re so blinded by your love for him that you can’t see that you’re walking into doom’s pit. Or do I need to remind you that legally, he’s still married to Camilla Primrose, whose father is currently waging a battle against him. And then there is his child, Davies. A son. A natural heir to his title–” “Davies is not his blood.” Even to my ears, I lacked conviction to believe my statement. My father saw that, and he preyed on my doubts. “And what if he lied to you?” My lips parted, but I had no point to counter him with. What if…he was right? “Yeah, let’s believe for a second that Camilla is not Davies’s mother. What if it’s Derrick’s bastard chil

her mind screamed. But then, he stopped. Cameron pulled away, studying her. Embarrassed, Charity immediately withdrew her hands and cast her gaze downward, trying to hide her flushed cheeks. Cameron, however, found himself fascinated. Her innocence made her even more alluring. He was stunned by his own desire to claim her lips again. But he held back. He wanted to take his time with her. She would carry and give birth to the next heir of their family. And yes, Charity was the perfect choice. His father would approve.

His son had just left him—and this time, there was no going back. "Goodbye, David..." he murmured. "You were always my little star. Wish me to be a better person..." After the ceremony, Damian sat alone on a park bench behind the crematorium. A light rain began to fall. Isabella approached him with heavy steps. She sat next to Damian without saying anything for a while. "Damian, are you going to divorce me after this?" Isabella asked. "Why would you question that?" asked Damian in surprise. Isabella smiled. "I have heard the news that is going viral. Elena—she is Queen Elisabeth. She also revealed Alva’s identity, that the boy is a descendant of Lancaster. Are you going after Elena because s

A fitting symbol of what I wanted to do with her entire life. "Calm down, Tom," my father rumbled from behind me. He was standing beside John Walker, Camilla's pathetic excuse for a father, who looked every bit as shocked as I'd been when our spy had brought us the news: Camilla's child was Dante Dravens’ son.

I asked seriously because this is a very serious thing. “We promise,” Cameron and Camellia said "I'm not an ordinary wolf nor my family either, we...we're royals, I'm Olivia Cave, Michaelson Dyson, young heiress to the Dyson throne, the most powerful and oldest of the wolves in existence, and we're kind of undercover now," I said calmly so they wouldn't panic. "That's...." Cameron said with open eyes “Brilliant as hell,” Camelia said in amazement "But why are you undercover now?" Cameron said

Cameron grabbed him by his collar and asked, “What do you mean by that? Are you looking down on me?” He laughed and lowered his head to kiss her. “I’m not. Isn't it good if our son inherits your personality and our daughter inherits mine?” Cameron thought for a while and felt Waylon was right. If their son looked like her in the future, then no one would be able to bully him. As for their daughter, if she looked like Waylon… Cameron looked at Waylon and thought, ‘Oh my, wouldn't she be very good-looking?’ She was looking forward to how good and beautiful her future daughter would look.

No obvious pack affiliation in any public record. But her mother's maiden name, buried in a county registry from thirty years ago, is Pryce. Gareth and Orlan Pryce's first cousin. Callum, who is sitting in the corner of the study looking like a man processing a very specific kind of shame, closes his eyes when Isobel says it. "She was placed," I say. "Eighteen months ago," Isobel confirms. "The timeline matches the escalation of the Conclave campaign and the beginning of the fertility clinic operation."