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Rome hisses. Time is running out as I stumble over a body, hating how much it affects me, knowing it is Joffrey. Sweet and always hungry, Joffrey, who had just found his foothold in the world he had only experienced through a book. If Laney survives this, I hope she can’t remember that it was her hand that squeezed the life out of him.

“Task Twenty-Nine: The Final Settlement. To reach the Altar, you must sacrifice the ‘Iron-Bound Book.’ If you burn it in the Cathedral’s eternal flame, the Grey-Walkers will vanish. But without it, you have no proof of the King’s crimes and no leverage to keep your own throne. Choose: The World or the Crown.” We reached the foot of the Cathedral. The stairs were covered in a thick carpet of Grey-Walkers. Kaelen leapt from his horse, his greatsword glowing with a dark fire, hacking a path. "Elara, we're being pinned down!" he shouted, his face splattered with grey soot. "I can't hold the line much longer!"

“Look how happy you’ve made her, Lorcan. You’re such a wonderful father to our kids, and I couldn’t have asked for more. All these years, you’ve kept us safe and so loved.” I stroke the back of Gianna’s cheek with my hand. “I love you, do you know that?” “Yes,” Gianna chuckles. “And I love you, my Prince, so very, very much.” Gianna leans in and kisses me again. “Always and forever, baby.” “Always and forever,” She repeats. “And that’s just the way it is.” The End Thank you so much for embracing this series! I am so proud of this series, but Lorcan was my favourite Dalgaard by far!

The sun set over Greyvane's grey soil. The grid hummed beneath the village, redistributing essence that had been stolen for three decades. And somewhere in Westmarch, a minor lord with a long memory was beginning to plan his revenge.

His disappointment of having a daughter was so immense that he mixed that feeling with his aggressiveness of the training of his daughter. Though his generations were known to be the protectors of the fords for centuries, he was different. Elio’s grandfather did not wish him to be a protector; rather he was sent to the military. So he felt like the first failure of the generation. He mixed those emotions to create Grey. The Girl from the Ashes. She had the blood of her father inside her. The consequence of being in a relationship with her was death. Her training started at the age of four. Inhumane and ruthless.

Because they knew the truth- Grey belonged to me now. He was mine. As if on cue, the doors opened and my pulse quickened as Grey stepped inside. My king. My mate. His eyes were dull and cold. Exactly how I wanted them to be. When he got to me, I wrapped my hand around his and he looked at me lovingly before he turned to his brothers with a blank look in his eyes. Kaden, despite his injuries, straightened. “Listen to me, Grey. Remember who you are, this is-“

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Lucian called out, his voice carrying a weight of concern and caution before Adam climbed into the ring. Adams turned to face Lucian, the conflict within him evident in his eyes. Although he yearned to heed Lucian's unspoken plea to halt the fight, the weight of his duty held him back. "Be careful," Lucian uttered softly, his words resonating with a mix of anxiety and genuine care. Adams nodded, acknowledging the underlying concern shared between them. "So you're the Mano Beta? I see nothing special about you, and I'm about to make everyone else see that too," Greyjoy sneered, his face contorted with disdain and malice.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”