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“But what does that have to do with me?” Sebastian spoke this time, his voice quieter but laced with intensity. “Because you’re the queen, Bea. The prophecy says that when the Veladrian bloodline is at its weakest, when we’re on the brink of extinction, a queen will be born. A queen who can restore the strength and unity we’ve lost. You just existing in this world had made our bloodline stronger than before, our people feel it, when you fulfil the Prophecy the sleeping bloodline in all the new generations will awaken and strengthen our existence in this world.”

The rift tears open over Hell’s Half Acre—violet lightning, marigold fog, obsidian skulls rising like balloons. The Remnant Death Lord steps through—half-formed, furious, wearing a cracked version of the crown I took back. **Death Lord Echo (voice like graves opening):** “The queen returns. The contract remembers.” I step forward. The crown flares full power. **Celeste:** “Contract’s void, asshole. System says hi.” I activate **Blood Hurricane**—full power. A 500-meter blood tornado roars to life, pulling the echo and its minions in. **Blood Rain** layers on top—corrosive violet downpour.

If I can get my hands on all three, I will definitely rule this world. The white wolf, Summer the so-called queen of wolves is the main ingredient. Then I mix her blood with that of the blue wolf, Aria who is the undefeated warrior of the whole supernatural world. Topping it up with the blood of the last remnant of the human royals, my rejuvenation spell will not fail.

I was shocked to the core; I ran my fingers through my hair and went up to change for the baby home coming party. I stood under the hot water of the shower and the flashes of my teary mate kept coming to mind, I was the one that started all this, I should have just been honest with her; why was I so afraid that she would not accept the monster I had become. I got out and put on my white shirt, not putting my buttons up all the way and navy blue suit pants; I looked in the mirror and my eyes were red from crying in the shower, I combed my hair into a pompadour and put on some cologne; tonight I would make Athena fall in love with me again and I will claim her. She is mine and mine only; I wil

In my past life, I wore a soft pastel dress just to look sweet and submissive for Cassian. I had been so desperate to please that bastard. Not anymore. I pulled out a sleek, stunning crimson dress that fit perfectly, making my emerald eyes look fierce and predatory against my silver-blonde hair. I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't see a victim anymore. I saw a hunter. To destroy Cassian, I had to completely shatter his pride in front of the entire high-society elite. I needed a weapon so powerful, an alpha so terrifyingly dominant, that Cassian would crawl in fear.

"I might not make a very traditional Queen. I still want to keep working as a healer." "That's exactly why I love you," Cade said, cupping my cheek. "Your independence, your strength, your dedication to your goals—that's what makes me fall for you. I don't need a mate who just relies on me. I need a soulmate who can walk beside me." Looking at this powerful future Alpha King, seeing the genuine love and respect in his eyes, I felt a sense of peace and security I had never known before. "Okay," I nodded solemnly.

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

She turned back to Lucian, her hands finding his forearms, gripping the heavy fabric of his coat with an intensity that forced him to look at her—not as a fragile mortal to be shielded, but as his equal. "A queen must be ready to sacrifice for her people, Lucian, just as fiercely as they would sacrifice for her," Rebecca reasoned, her voice thick with a profound, unyielding devotion that vibrated through the mate bond. "If a single vial of my blood can anchor a threshold spell that seals the dark realms forever, then my blood belongs to the altar. I will not sit by the hearth and watch you burn the world to ash just to keep me pristine. We use the blood. We rewrite the ward."

“Cassian is a fine young man.” “Then what changed?” A heavy silence followed. “The stability of the realm must come before personal feelings.” “What does that even mean?” “It means there are matters of state that require a different alliance.” The answer only made me more frustrated. “An alliance? Father, this is my life you’re talking about.” “And it is my kingdom.” The words struck harder than any slap ever could. “Mother?” I turned to the queen, desperate for support. She opened her mouth as though she wanted to say something, but no words came.

------------------- MORANA’S POV The luminescence of the Eclipse Queen’s ring was trying to scorch the black briars of my roof, but the ancient blood-magic in my veins was an immovable dam. I watched her eyes widen as the internal logic of my contract finally shattered her focused, executioner's justice. She had built her entire rebellion on the belief that she was a solitary sovereign, completely blind to the reality that her heartbeat was held together by the prince she had spent years hating. The firstborn debt is active, my inner shadows whispered from the dark corners of the hovel.