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He covered her body with his own and no matter his pain, he whispered soothing words as she screamed and bucked against him. "No, you must leave us Tahr," he said with a strangled whisper. I couldn't leave them and I had no idea what to do. Then the humans who served us began screaming. Their anguished cries echoed off the walls for hours. When my parents were nothing but a whimpering bloody mess, I wrapped bedding around them to try to stop the flow of blood. Finally, everything went silent and that was almost worse. My parents died with their faces twisted in unbelievable pain and their bodies torn apart. This was the first time I breathed fire. I walked to the edge of the tower and scream

The band came alive as I walk through the gold carpet with escorts by my side. I stand beside my grandfather and watch him as he took his place in front, his crown glistening as he says. "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. Thirty years ago, I was standing right here in front of the different royalties and aristocrats all over the world to pass the throne to my son, Jacob ...may he rest in peace. Unfortunately he pass away and now I'm here again, standing beside my heir." He smiled at me before turning back on the crowd. "I'd never imagined that I'll be able to have a flesh of my own as my successor. I thought that this bloodline will end but I am wrong. Now, may I present to you, the heir t

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

Two years later, I was invited to speak at the International Healers Association. I returned to the continent with my children. I was now the White Wolf Healer, famous across the Forgotten Lands. Accompanying me was my new mate, Alpha Jaxon. He was the leader of a Northern pack I had saved during a campaign. He was powerful, gentle, and fiercely loyal. We fell in love amidst the gunfire, and he treated my twins as his own blood. At the airport exit, I unexpectedly saw Kaelen. He was holding the hand of a little boy named Anas, standing in the crowd.

Celeste's hands stilled in her lap. "We were being erased," he said. "Pushed back, picked apart, driven into the mountains until only a handful remained. Hiding. Surviving when survival was the only thing left to do." His voice carried a flatness that made her chest tighten. "I was their leader. I had a wife. I had a child newly born. Everything that a man can have and call himself fortunate." The fire crackled down the hall.

Father has tried to get him to quit too many times, but since his academic results are great and his combat skills even better, there’s only so much he can do. Tristan rises, slipping the silver lighter from his pocket. Instead of handing it over, he strides toward me. Stopping beside the desk, his eyes narrow as he flips to the front page of the book in my hand. Across the cover, golden letters gleam with the words: The Nature of Fire. He returns to the couch and asks, “Didn’t Lilith say your fire magic was dormant?” “That’s what I thought too,” I murmur. My fingers tighten against the cover, and I try not to think of the many possibilities to explore. Kade abandons his spot and draws close

I already knew where this was going. I was the first son and the business alwaya went to the first son, just as it had always been. “And so,” he continued, cool eyes sweeping between me and Diego. “I will hand the reins to the son who proves himself the most capable.” My mother’s brows knitted together. “Guillermo… surely you mean Alejandro.” She glanced at me, then back at him. “He’s the eldest. It's the Castillo tradition.” “No,” Father said, voice hardening.

He unwrapped it slowly, then placed it in her hands. A necklace. Simple, but beautiful. A tiny charm shaped like a flame hung from the center, made from some kind of glowing amber. The moment her fingers closed around it, she felt it—warmth. A pulse. Like it was alive. “It belonged to the last Fireborn,” he said. “She didn’t survive the war that came.” Evelynn looked at him sharply. “What war?” “The kind that hides in shadows,” Aiden said. “Not with armies or flags. With whispers. With blood. And with monsters.”

I was the only one who could handle her fire. "Nevan," she sobbed, her hands clutching my face. The violet light was still there, but it was soft now, like the dawn. "You're back. You're really back." "I told you," I whispered, pulling her into a crushing embrace. "I'm the only thing that's ever been yours. You can't get rid of me that easily." I felt her heartbeat—steady, powerful, and perfectly synced with the child’s. The Heir was quiet, watching us with a strange, alien curiosity. It had seen the Mother defeat the Grandmother. It had learned a new lesson: that love wasn't a flaw, but a firewall.