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Kaelen reached for her hand, grounding her with his warmth, though his expression was carved with grim tension. “This is madness,” he said, his voice fierce. “Prophecies twist truth into cages. You are no prisoner of fate, Serenya.” The Oracle’s voice deepened, as though layered with ancient voices not her own. “Fate weaves all things. The heir must burn, or the realm will perish.” “Burn?” Serenya whispered, horror sinking into her chest.

"Well, that makes sense. I'm the CEO of a company, and you're just a useless country bumpkin. Any fool could tell who the smart choice was." Joel chimed in while clapping along, "Yeah, yeah! You're the best, Dad! That useless country bumpkin doesn't deserve Mom. She's a goddess!" No wonder Lydia had never wanted children after I came back to the Falkner family. She had been waiting and evaluating her options. I'd only just realized it now. All the childhood promises and all those vows were nothing but empty words when faced with greed. Fury consumed me, and I threw a punch straight at Xander's face. "You bastard!"

"You said this was locked away since before the founding of Fresh Meadows. Why now?" "Because the blood has returned," Moses murmured, eyes flicking to the thin red scar glowing along Xavier's palm. "Because she stirs. And because you've begun to remember." Xavier struck the flint. Sparks danced. The corner of the scroll caught, flames curling slowly across it—but instead of ash, it left glowing script behind, as though fire birthed truth. He read aloud, his voice barely above a whisper: "To the bearer of both curse and cause, heir to the flame that walks forgotten, there lies the Crown of Fire and Bone. Not forged, but born. Not wielded, but awakened. Its fire burns black with memory. Its a

I was fully stunned by what she was saying, ‘That means… you’re a…’ ‘An Alpha’s heir,’ she finished, holding herself tall. ‘I… I had no idea.’ She inched closer to me, ‘Don’t lie to me.’ ‘I’m not!’ I said, taking hold of her shoulders, ‘I know barely anything about the former Alpha, no one talks about him, Amelia. All I do know is that the Rieka heir died in that fire,’ I sighed, ‘You apparently died in that fire.’

To my surprise, he tossed it into the big green fire, watching it melt and disappear. I gasped silently. Whoever they had to be summoning was super powerful. At the height of the flames erupting into a tornado of fire, a veiled woman walked out, tall, with a disturbing air to her, glowy eyes, and a shrill voice. A healer. Not just an ordinary healer but a century healer. “I summoned her for you,” Alpha Gabriel voiced out. “She'll tend to you tonight. I have noticed you haven't shifted since our training,” he commanded.

His hands slide to my back, pulling me closer, and I wrap my arms around his neck, desperate to feel him, to forget the pain. The heat between us builds quickly, like a fire spreading through my veins. His hands wander over my body, his touch urgent and desperate, and I feel a shiver run through me. I want to pull away, to stop this before it goes too far, but I don’t. I can’t.

I say, seeing which papers that idiot was looking at. "I'm not a peeper". Speaks sitting in the chair facing my desk. "I just don't understand why you feel so much hatred for him". "Don't you understand?" I ask louder, not believing what I had just heard. "You are the daughter and heiress of businessmen, fairy tales don't exist for any of us". She answers seriously. "You should be happy because he's young, he's hot, and you have an overwhelming chemistry. I'm still recovering from what I saw". She says, shaking herself with a smile.

His body convulsed, chains rattling, his smirk finally shattering. Then his voice rose, strangled but clear: “They want the Source of Fire. The beginning. The first flame. It hides in the blood of the heirs. In you. In them!” His head jerked toward Arden and Lyra. The crowd gasped as one, the sound like a physical blow. All eyes swung to the heirs, shock and fear colliding in a tidal wave of whispers. Lyra’s blood ran cold. Arden’s heart hammered in his chest. The truth hung in the air, undeniable, unerasable.

“Even worse.” There was silence for a long moment, broken only by the soft crackling of fire and the wind shifting through the trees below. Then the hooded figure stood and turned—half their face marred by a burn scar, puckered and silvered with time. Their eyes glinted like ice struck by moonlight. “If she’s the true heir, and she unlocks what her mother left behind… it won’t just be her powers returning. The Flameborn legacy will rise.” “And with it, the vault.”