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The kind that came when facing an opponent who had survived every trap you'd set for her. An opponent who had somehow turned every attempt to destroy her into another reason people rallied behind her. I slid a knife beneath the seal and unfolded the letter. The message was short. Direct. Exactly like her. The Queen of the Lycans requests your presence. That was all. No threats. No conditions. No demands. Just an invitation. My lips curled slightly. Interesting. Very interesting. I read it again. Then a third time. Looking for hidden meanings. Subtle warnings. Anything.

It was old and leather-bound, the kind kept in a royal private library and handled with care. The cover was embossed with symbols she did not recognize and the pages were yellowed with age. Gianna opened it to the first page and read the inscription written in faded ink. To the Queen who will come after me. May you find strength in these words when the crown feels too heavy. She looked up at Alexandra. "What is this?" He took the book from her hands and examined it carefully. Then he went very quiet. "Papa?" "This belonged to the last Lycan Queen," Alexandra said. "Nolan's mother. It has not left the palace in forty years."

She lay down on the bed, turned her back to him, and pulled the blanket over her shoulder. My father stood there for a long moment. Then he left. The lock turned. Liora stared at the wall. And something in her eyes hardened into stone. ______________________ The memory shifted to the day everything ended. The Lycan Queen had returned. Her carriage rolled through the gates, black and gold, flanked by guards in silver armor. The pack gathered in the courtyard, bowing, scraping, afraid. She claimed she was just stopping by. She didn't need to be entertained.

He looks like war and temptation decided to make a child together. But it’s his eyes that stop me cold. Goddess, his sharp eyes are violet, burning with authority. There’s only one bloodline in existence with that color. The Royal Lycans. Nikola’s voice trembles inside me. “Mate.” For the first time in the past four years I've been a rogue, I don’t know what the hell to say. The word knocks the air from my lungs. For the first time in four years of running, I can’t think. I can’t breathe.

Before our numbers dwindled, Lycans had always been at the top and witches being the only ones capable of holding their ground against us, had seemed like a threat. They still are. “I’m willing to pay the price,” I say. There’s a pause, then the voice replies, “Are you sure of this?” “ I am.” “Good,” There's an odd satisfaction in her voice, that makes me wary. “Take out one of your claws then.” Silence reigns for a moment, then my hand clenches into fists. ‘How do I know you have the information I seek?’ A book lands at my feet and the pages flip open, stopping at a page with a letter.

I thought staring at Jane who had a proud amusing smirk on her face as she stared at Lucy with approval. "Did you just do that?"I asked Lucy, dumbfounded the Alec the king of wolves was forced into submission by a human who claims to be a wolf. "Nope it wasn't me."she said making me relived."It was snow."she stated."Who the Fuck is these snow guy that you keep mentioning?"I asked as anger begun taking hold of me. "Shut the Fuck up pup"she commanded making Alec whimper. "And as I said snow is my wolf counterpart". she said. "

Elodia wrapped her arms tightly around Torren's neck, leaning into his kiss as a smug sense of victory washed over her. "Let her rot in the snow," Elodia whispered against his mouth, her voice filled with dark triumph. "You are the Alpha of the Blood-Fang pack now, and I am your Luna. We have everything we ever wanted." Torren grinned, tightening his grip on her waist, thoroughly convinced that Vaelira was currently starving, weeping, and broken somewhere in the frozen wilderness. Neither of them had any idea that thirty miles to the north, inside the grand white marble walls of the royal palace, the girl they mocked was currently wearing royal velvet, bearing the golden mark of the Lycan Ki

Isla's plan made sense if we could build up an army of true Moon Goddess followers Zeeb won't stand a chance. “The prophecy of the Lycan King begins.” Isla smiled.

He grabbed it before biting her wrist and started drinking her blood. I could sense that the girl was in pain but, as a perfect slave, she remained quiet and still. I felt a tinge of sympathy but then again, Max needed to drink blood to survive so it was fine. The conversation with Nik helped put things into perspective. "Also, Avalyn killed Vasilik. She is the Queen of Mozog now," Nik said conversationally. "Killed the centuries old fucker? I'd love to hear what happened." Max looked at me.

“I can’t leave without telling him where I am going.” “Is there no way to contact him?” Anna looked around the cave with its magical torches and furnishings that, for the most part, I had conjured up. “No, I don’t suppose you have the internet down here?” “Inter-what?” I asked. Rachel and Anna’s jaw dropped open simultaneously. I laughed, “You can certainly see that you are sisters when you both look at me that way.” Anna snapped her mouth closed. “I am the queen of the Lycans.”