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He struck. The First King fell. I stepped closer. It's over. He looked at me. Not yet. He smiled. Then he pointed behind me. I turned. My daughter was standing there. Kael was unconscious at her feet. The darkness was surrounding her. I screamed. No! The First King laughed. You freed my army. But you forgot the most important piece. My daughter looked at me. Her eyes were black. Mama... I ran toward her. The First King whispered: She is mine again. My daughter raised her hand. The entire darkness exploded. And this time... she wasn't afraid. She was smiling.

I ask walking closer to him, pressing my sword on his chest. "I regret nothing!" He seethes out, struggling against his captor. I chuckle and with a smirk, I pierce my sword through his cold, stone heart. I clean his blood off with my clean hands and there from his stiffed, dead body I take the crown of his head and place it on mine. That's the last thing he'll ever see, my hands bloodied, so much that it drips down all the way to my elbow as I take his crown and my rightful place as the long-lost forgotten king. This does bring a smile to my face.

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A silence stretched between them, long enough that the tremors seemed to still, the chamber holding its breath. Then, the entity raised one shifting hand, pointing at the book still clutched in Rael’s free hand. Read. You will see. Rael hesitated before flipping the page. More script, winding like constellations, unfurled before him: The First King’s folly was in believing he could rule what was never meant to be ruled. The throne does not grant power, it takes. It feeds. It is a door. Rael’s breath caught. A door? To what?

he said, thinking about what else he desperately needed to talk to Romaine about. This relationship she thought they could have, which he’d promised he would give her no matter what, wasn’t plausible anymore. It never was, to begin with. She was the Princess of Deltora, the next in line on the throne and he was… a nobody, a bouncer, a lost soul. “Give me a few minutes, Marisol, and I’ll see if I can convince her to eat.” Kingston faced down the doors, his fingers itching as they used to do before his more dangerous missions, and he knocked. When there was no answer, he announced himself and walked inside. One quick look around told him very quickly Romaine was worse off than they’d all thoug

************** Unknown POV I can’t believe that little shit has the nerve to go hang out with that damn little boy. I’ve gotta keep them apart before the truth is discovered. Leave it to him to be that observant of the damn Alpha King mark. When I black-mailed that witch for the second time, I made her give my son an identical mark of the Alpha King. That way, no one would question his legitimacy.

CHAPTER 41: THE KING BREAKS THE WORLD Scene 121: The King's Fury Raiken stood in the ruined doorway, blood running from his temple. Blue fire wrapped his arms. The shadows across the prison floor bowed toward Grandmother. Not him. Not the first king wearing her face. The child inside her. Grandmother’s body jerked beneath my hand. A small heartbeat fluttered through her pulse. The first king tried to pull her away. I tightened my grip. “Stay with me.”

They were beings of pure, translucent geometry—the Sentinels of the Milestone. And at their head stood a man I had seen only in the most ancient of the Sunken Shrines. He was dressed in robes of white-hole energy, his eyes two spinning galaxies. The First King. Not the ghost, and not the machine. The Original. "The 212th chapter has concluded," the King resonated, his voice a sound that felt like the beginning of time. "You have brought the Whole to the Gate. You have integrated the Shadow and the Light. But the Continuum is not a prize to be won. It is a Responsibility to be Worn."

For a moment, I hesitated, then offered my hand as he lifted it. The lid clicked open. A diamond glared up at me, cold and demanding, as he slipped it over my ring finger. Something inside me twitched as the band felt like ice against my skin, a silent mark that made my pulse stumble. “So welcome, Mrs. Evan, to your new life with a king. Congratulations on taking the first step toward your destruction. I ruined you. And that is your pretty face unveiling, a chain before your cruel husband.” The words struck like glass shattering in the air. I flinched before daring to meet his gaze again with wide, shocked eyes. My lips parted, breath unsteady, caught between fury and disbelief.

Other wolves looked twice and then looked away first. The Blackstone pack had been calling him the dark wolf since he shifted at sixteen and the name had traveled far beyond Blackstone since then. Other packs knew what that meant. An Alpha King with a black wolf and red eyes who had never lost a fight and rarely needed to start one because most things that saw him coming made a quick decision about whether they wanted to be there. He ran.