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I pulled my encrypted laptop from my bag and handed it to him. “Check this out. No one else can see it.” His face remained impassive as he scrolled through the files. I wrote down every detail from my past life about Elias’s reign of terror in the north. How he’d seized their crops and livestock to feed his personal Black Guard, and executed anyone who dared protest. How the Ironfang rebellion had been a desperate act of survival. When he finished, he set the laptop down slowly, his knuckles white with rage. “I always thought the Ironfang were just bloodthirsty savages,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Aria nodded weakly. The King’s expression softened painfully. “That is the cruelest truth of all.” Kael frowned nearby. “What truth?” The Queen looked upward toward the cracking Heart. “It was never evil.” Silence hit the chamber again. The Queen continued quietly. “Only afraid.” The elder roared violently. “STOP DEFENDING IT!” But nobody looked at him anymore. Because everyone finally understood. Fear created monsters. Fear destroyed bonds. Fear destroyed the sanctuary. Fear destroyed love. And pride protected fear better than anything else.

My heart is a riot in my chest. She doesn’t say anything. Not for a moment. Then she steps just a little closer. Not much. But enough for her breath to mix with mine again. “I liked it,” she says softly. I swallow hard. Her cheeks are flushed. She’s trembling, but she’s not afraid. She’s feeling. And it’s everything I’ve ever wanted—but also everything I’ve feared. “You don’t owe me that, Kim,” I manage to say. “You don’t have to like it just because I’m here, or because I make you feel safe. If it confused you—”

The woman I had marked, claimed, and now gods help me, Feared. Because if the seer was right, The greatest danger to my kingdom wasn't the council, It wasn’t Cassian or Dominic. It was her.

"Hmmm... the queen of Blackwood... whose dreams are... grandiose. W-what's the truth... behind the... fall of lesser alphas in Red Fang... terri... territory." My spine went cold. "What?" I snapped. "Stop playing around." "I'm not. I'm reading the best I can," Kyle argued. "What kind of paper would write shit like that?" I said, yanking the newspaper from his hands. And there it was. 'The lycan king—was he really the only heir? The unstable relationship between the Duke of Blackfoot and the monarchy.' What? 'The lycan king through the eyes of his many women.' What women?

But even as I say it, I feel the unease in my own chest. Because the world we live in bleeds superstition. And Valeria knows exactly how to twist it. Luca Prophecies are for the weak. That’s what my father used to say. But men like him built their thrones on fear, not faith—and fear has its own gods. I turn the parchment over again. The handwriting is precise, deliberate. The ink smudged slightly, as if written in a rush… or in blood. My stomach knots. Amara watches me, arms crossed. “You think she believes it?

Yet, in that moment, I saw the fear in his eyes—fear of what I could do to his kingdom, fear of what a wolf queen might mean for his reign, for his people. “You think you can come here, to my kingdom, and just—just declare yourself a queen?” His voice was low, his words laced with venom. “You are nothing but an outsider, you don't belong here, I can't take it anymore you'll have to leave. I won’t have it.”

"Wait! What did you say? The Obsidian Dominion? The Shadowfang Royal Pack? Both maids nodded simultaneously, seemingly confused by her reaction. Kaelara nearly dropped the goblet as her hands trembled. A kingdom? Not a pack territory. Not another region. Not an allied estate. A kingdom? An actual kingdom? For one brief moment, she genuinely wondered if she had suffered brain damage. Kingdoms weren't ordinary places. They stood above packs, above territories, and above regional Alphas. They ruled entire nations. And among all kingdoms... One stood above every other. It was the oldest, strongest, wealthiest, and most feared... The Obsidian Dominion! The Shadowfang Royal Pack!! She had read abo

“You realize that’s exactly the kind of comment that makes people question your wisdom.” “Good. If they expect wisdom from me, they’ll be disappointed very quickly.” A reluctant smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “You are impossible.” “Yet you keep talking to me.” She rolled her eyes and looked back at the journal. “Listen to this.” She read aloud: “I feared what would happen if the kingdoms united before they learned to trust one another. I told myself a temporary division would prevent a greater catastrophe. I did not realize that fear, once planted, grows faster than truth.”