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"I'm sorry, Ember. I didn't mean to be a part of your private conversation, but Ash was just so nervous. My name is Layla. I'm Larminiel's daughter." "Well shit, Ash. Way to keep a sister informed. It's nice to meet you, Layla. Meet Dex." She said and I heard some fumbling and light arguing before Dex's voice came through. "Hello Layla. Hey, Ash. Sorry she made me." He chuckled. Seems Ember and I were both nervous to talk to one another. "We're mate less, but not alone." I whispered, but she heard me. "I didn't think of that. Ash I hope you know that if I ever run into that mate again I may beat her to pulp and I'll need you to make sure I don't get killed in an elf war. Okay?" She joked.

“You don’t understand what Damon’s become. He’s not the same man who betrayed you before. He’s worse now, darker, unrestrained. If you go alone…” “I won’t be alone,” I said quietly. “I have Moonveil. And I have nature.” Luca froze, studying my face as though seeing me for the first time. There was a calmness in me now that hadn’t been there before, a strange serenity laced with power. “You really believe that, don’t you?” “I don’t need to believe it.” I reached for the pendant around my neck, a crescent-shaped talisman my mother had made from wolfbone and moonstone. “I know it.”

I said to Ember. This is a lot. I was just adding an asset to the pack, not rescuing an Elven Queen. So wait, Jade is like a child of yours? I asked Ember. “Of course. I fed the energy of my fire to her Kingdom since the beginning of time. Even directly to the ones born of royal blood.” She explained. Who are you Ember? I asked her. “We will have to unlock the wonders of one another as we bond. There is no skipping.” She said to me, as I began to undress.

Broad. Silver threaded through dark hair. Eyes sharp as cut stone. Recognition hit like a blade. “Malrec,” I breathed. Malrec Dravaryn. My father’s oldest friend. His voice was smooth as oil over steel. “You should not have announced her, Aurelion.” My dragon roared inside me. “You betray Emberhold,” I said coldly. “I protect it,” he replied calmly. “You dare rise against me, against us? ” I growled. “The crown was supposed to be mine long before it belonged to you. The power should be mine,” he corrected.

Instead of asking for rejection outright, she chose to extend this offer, a part of her yearning to explore the connection between them. "What do I get in return for being your ally?" Damian asked in a serious tone, surprising Elara. She had expected Damian to either laugh at her or tease her, but instead, he responded respectfully, indicating his willingness to assist her. "Anything you desire, even my own body, I'm willing to give, as long as I can escape the clutches of the Forestheart pack and seek revenge on those who belittled me," Elara declared. She was determined to seek vengeance, willing to make any sacrifice, even if it meant making peace with her mortal enemies.

“Then I’ll kill you myself if that’s what it takes.” He smiled faintly. “You already did.” The emissary stepped forward, grinning. “The Mother fulfills her prophecy. She births the new King.” The torches dimmed. The camp bowed. Emory’s shadow stretched across the stone. The bone throne cracked. The sigil of the split wolf glowed beneath his feet, molten gold now instead of red. I dropped to my knees. Smoke filled my lungs. The dagger’s half-melted hilt lay near me, still carrying the faint scent of Rain’s blood.

"Weren't you so good at toughing it out earlier? So full of justice—even claiming to be Ms. Spencer herself. How ridiculous!" "Hurry up and admit you're just lying! If not, I'll leave you to drown here!" I did not give in to them. I had died once in my past life—I wasn't afraid to die again. Once Mark regained consciousness, he would tell Eric everything. So I wasn't worried about Eric not knowing how I died. He would avenge me then, and I could die knowing it was worth it. A hand yanked my hair, pulling me out of the water. I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, when I heard Jared's icy tone from above me.

The moment his gaze locked onto the infant, a monstrous, white-hot fury erupted from his throat. "Why does it have blue eyes?! Why the hell does my son have blue eyes?!" The entire grand hall plunged into a suffocating, paralyzing silence. The Elders exchanged horrified, bewildered glances. No one dared to draw breath. Every single legitimate child born to the dragon royal family, male or female, possessed pure, molten-gold reptilian slits at birth. This was an iron clad, prehistoric law of royal biology that had remained unbroken for thousands of years.

"Since you've already made up your mind, we'll go along with your wishes. However, remember this. No matter what happens, the marquis' manor, this place, will always be your home." A wave of bittersweet joy swept through me, and I gave them another bow. "Thank you so much, Lady Rivers." As long as I cut off all ties with Felicia, the tragedy of my past life wouldn't happen again. She'd get to live a long life, and Lady Rivers and Lord Rivers wouldn't hate me out of grief for killing their daughter. In this life, everyone would get to live happily. With that, Felicia's second regret was laid to rest.

Grandmother used to tell me how his footsteps sometimes cracked the earth as though summoning thunder. "I have already reached a place untouched by everyone else. However, you still have the longest and harshest of paths before you. When I created Emberlance, I had a vision in mind, given to me as a gift by an oracle. It was you. I created this spear with you in mind. I was merely borrowing it until you came of age," he said, leaning forward and gently taking the spear from me. He placed it over my left wrist, and I watched as Emberlance transformed into a beautiful, black steel bracelet with a phoenix wing embossed into the metal. "Emberlance will evolve over the years to better suit you. M