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“I’m not you.” “You are my correction,” the queen replied. “Do you think the fracture was chosen at random? No. It placed me in you. It made you the echo I could not finish. The voice denied me.” Mia’s hands clenched into fists. “You’re trying to erase me.” “No,” the queen whispered. “I’m trying to restore you.” Mia’s heart thundered. For a flicker of a moment, she felt it—the pull of the queen’s grief, her broken oaths, and the hollow ache of betrayal carved into eternity. And it terrified her how easily she understood it.

“The bond broke, I felt it, I don’t what went wrong but I felt you die and I don’t want to see that happen I will run mad seeing that, go home and their queen” “I am being their queen by remaining here, Dante. I am not that little girl anymore; I am the queen of this kingdom and I would not die”

But what came was something different. Satisfaction. Deep, rich, undeniable. The girl who had once stood in rags at the mercy of others, the girl who had been rejected, dismissed, broken—she had walked back into this hall not as a servant, not as a forgotten shadow, but as the Lycan Queen. Their Queen. His Queen. The one chosen to represent the throne itself. My pulse beat hard, not from fear this time but from the bitter sweetness of that truth. And then came my part.

QUEENETH’S POV “Reject me,” I whispered, voice trembling, my fingers twisted together in front of me. “Please, Alpha… just reject me.” He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. His jaw tightened, veins standing out on his neck. “Queeneth,” he said, his voice low, “you don’t know what you’re asking for.” “I do,” I said, though my throat burned. “You have Success. You have your pack. You don’t need me. Please.”

I stumble back a step, staring at the closed white door in absolute, horrifying shock; the soul bond connecting us pulses with a sharp, agonizing ache in my chest. I drop to my knees. “I, Angela Ironveil, reject you, Cassian Ironveil, as my mate and Alpha.” My worst nightmare. The very scenario I fought to prevent has just come true. I have lost my Queen, and this time, there is no one to blame but myself. “Accept my rejection, Cassian.” “No!!” I growl, turning and racing out of the house, getting into the car, and driving off.

‎ ‎I go back to my throne, standing authoritatively as I stare at them all. ‎“I was chosen as Queen not because I’m perfect,” I continue, “but because I am unbreakable. Anita can burn villages. Calistra can plot from the shadows. But I will not fall. This kingdom will not fall.” ‎I stare down at them, at their downcast eyes and I know, deep down, that this isn't over. They'll try to bring up this matter again. Not until Anita is gone. ‎

“I lost everything. I chose the Queen over you again and again. I destroyed us. But I’m done running. I’m checking myself into a private, intensive rehabilitation facility today. No contact with the Harem. No Sophia. No escape. I’m going to fight this addiction with everything I have left. Not because I think I can win. But because I owe it to the woman you fell in love with. And if there’s even the smallest chance you can ever forgive me… I will spend the rest of my life trying to earn it.” I sent the video. Then I turned off my phone, deleted every contact, and drove myself to the secluded rehabilitation center in the mountains. As I stood at the entrance, shaking with fear, withdrawal, an

“Prince? I…I.. don’t understand.. why—“ “I said why the hell are you my seer if you can’t find out if a Demi god exists or not..,huh?” His tone was even sharper..colder. “I’m sorry..I didn’t… I’m sorry..” Prince turned to face her fully now, cupping one arm around her neck. “You should be… you really should. And thank the goddess that I’m a forgiving person…” Then his gaze went cold and blank. “…until I’m not.” “Prince—“ The next second, he drove his claws right through her chest. The blood rushes up to her mouth, her eyes widened in shock…then slowly, she helped her flat on his bed…

Something inside me cracked. “Please,” I whispered, barely audible. “Don’t—” His jaw tightened. “I, Isaak Nightingale of the Moonbane Pack, reject you, Sierra Woodsworth, as my mate and Luna.” My eyes watered. A small whimper tore from my throat as the bond snapped. I fell forward, clutching my heart. The pain wasn’t physical, it was soul-deep, ripping something sacred from me. The light between us shattered into fragments of silver that scattered across the stones and faded.

Their property. Their queen is in a kingdom built on blood and control. And the scariest part? A dark, broken piece of me was starting to accept it.