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The royal mark on her forehead shone brighter, a beacon of hope and promise. As the cheers continued, Athena's gaze met Tristan's, their eyes burning with a shared future. The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of their bond and the promise of a kingdom. Lady Eirlys's voice filled with reverence as she explained the ancient prophecy. "A royal mark on a true heir's forehead signifies the return of our lineage's power." Her eyes shone with tears, reflecting the weight of history. Athena's eyes widened, her mind reeling with the revelation. "I'm a direct descendant of the Lycan kings," Lady Eirlys revealed, her words dripping with significance.

“How can you prove they are who you claimed to be? How can we be sure this is Craig’s cousin and the other one is from the prophecy? From all we know, the prophecy was just a myth.” Xiva nodded. “And I am sure you all must have heard about the recent search for the one with the mark? Remember that the prophecy said the one with the mark will be our savior. She’s Craig’s true mate.” Another round of nodding. People turned towards each other, nodding their heads obediently. The murmur had gone down. The tall woman continued. “You just mentioned something about a mark. Can she show us the mark then?” This time, everyone's attention was on me. I could feel their gaze on me like they were judgin

“We’ll find him.” “Yeah,” I whispered, my throat tight. “We have to. Because if he’s right… the prophecy just started again.” And somewhere deep in my chest, the mark pulsed once, slow, deliberate, and alive.

“Some endings require witnesses.” Kaelan struggled violently against the chains again. “You’ll kill all of us.” “No,” Aethon replied quietly. “Only him.” Freya stared at him in shock because suddenly she understood something she should have realized much sooner. This was personal. Not prophecy alone. Not power alone. Aethon hated Eros with a bitterness old enough to rot kingdoms. Kaelan’s voice turned rough with fury. “You’re insane.” “And yet I was right.” Aethon glanced toward Freya again. “Look at her. The divine power inside her continues waking exactly as I predicted.”

She held her own brilliantly. "Your daughter is remarkable," Alpha Chen said. "She will be a powerful Alpha Female someday." "If that is what she chooses," I said. "We will support whatever path she takes." "Does she know about the mate bond possibility?" I frowned. "What do you mean?" "The prophecy. You have not heard?" Chen looked surprised. "Elder Morrigan has been telling anyone who will listen. About a second Midnight's Mark. Another bond marked by the eclipse." My heart stopped. "When?"

“They spoke about the prophecy and called the one who was to fulfill it a Chimera. That was how I knew what she was.” “I see,” I said. “There was something else.” Thorne said. “A mark, like a spiral, a continuous circle. It was said she would have that sooner or later.” I raised a brow. “What does the mark have to do with anything? What else should I know?” Thorne sighed. “I didn't know if I should say this, but Yvette told me a lot.” “Go on. I want to know.” I said. Thorne nodded towards a tree stump and headed towards it.

Athena and the others didn't seem to be having such a nice time either. "Mark, I think it's time to call in the standby team." Athena shouted at me, as she struggled with the rogues around her. She was bleeding from her nose; a result of tuning into the abilities of the Soul splitter for so long. I heard it drained energy from her. "Ngh.. Fuck! Athena I really can't concentrate on the mindlink with all these motherfuckers chewing on me." I protested, tearing the jaw of one of the rogues apart.

She cringed at that vision. "I am bound to you, offspring of the Mark." It said, in a powerless voice, then added, "Just call my name whenever you are in danger; my name is Lamia Aegeus Adah, the keeper of the first prophecy coin." The creature knew it had done something more than dreadful when it had to bite so hard to justify its anger. The more demanding its subconscious reparations, the worse it realized it was.

“Whatever this is-whatever comes—we’ll face it together.” “I want to believe that,” she whispered. “But the Goddess warned me. A betrayal yet unseen will test your resolve.” He tensed. “You think it’s me?” She looked up at him. “I don’t know. I don’t want it to be. But everything is changing, Aiden. The prophecy, the mark, this child… It’s rewriting everything.” His jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Then we rewrite the rules with it.” The Temple Beneath the Mountain