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the youngest admitted, still defensive. - "The only person I can think of who fits that description is you, Miss," Yong admitted, and her brother and sisters nodded positively. - "I'm honored that you think so, but I don't think I'm ready to be the head of my family. This is not a simple noble family. I learned from my tutor and her assistant that the Kestle family was one of the most prestigious families in the history of Edios, if not the Eight Kingdoms. Strategists, outstanding in their field, warriors, conquerors, explorers, masters of arms and so on. In this list, I only wield the sword, I have nothing extraordinary" explained Thetia to them.

"The crescent mark indicates nobility, possibly royal lineage—but we must know from which house you descend." Ilia narrowed her eyes. "You want to investigate me." Garreth met her gaze evenly. "We must send word to the Royal Lycan Court. If you truly carry the royal blood of the ancient lines, they will know." Another councilwoman added, "There are six recognized houses of the Lycan royal bloodline. Each guards their lineage closely. The House of Varyn, House of Ulric, House of Fenris, House of Elunari, House of Caelith, and the hidden House of Thorne. If you belong to one, we will receive confirmation."

“The silent forge builds the sharpest sword.” He gave a tiny nod. Okay, Pearl. You’re still alive. “Last question—History. Name the three noble houses that supported the rebellion of the Eastern Province a decade ago.” Oh no. Politics. Not my strength. I paused, fingers twitching. “The House of Talin… the Red Crest of Bellan… and…” My mind went blank. “Last one,” the instructor said, voice low. Think Pearl, think. “And the Emerald Flame… the House of Ruvan.”

asked Naomi surprised “Aren’t we living in the pack house?” “No” said Theon “ The minute the spell broke and I started looking for you I started building this place. I knew you wouldn’t want to live in the pack house after everything and didn’t relish the idea of living with my mother and sister forever. I always knew you liked the old houses so I built this but it has lots of hidden feature I now you will like.”

Others paced restlessly as enormous wolves. Every banner of the surviving Alpha Mafia Houses fluttered in the icy wind. The silver crest of House Valerius. The crimson lion of House Romano. The black raven of House Ashcroft. The emerald serpent of House Moretti. The golden crown of House De Luca. And dozens more. Old rivals. Former allies. Families that had spent centuries trying to destroy one another now stood beneath the same Blood Moon. Waiting. ⸻ At the very front stood Darius Noctis.

When he finally looked up, his golden eyes burned with a different kind of tension. “House Veyra is challenging our claim to the Winter Throne,” he said, voice low and controlled. “They’ve heard rumors of… instability within our bloodline. They cite the ancient right of contest — if an Alpha house shows weakness or divided loyalty, another dominant line may challenge for stewardship of the manor and its pacts.” Lyra’s hand instinctively moved to her stomach. “What does that mean for us?”

He had already stripped his clothes before Dabria arrived. He had a winning smirk on his face on his face as he stepped aside to let Dabria in. "You think I would be fool enough to step in without checking my people. I want to see them with my own eyes. And if I found any of them harmed in any way, I swear, I will slaughter you then and there. I am the heiress of the Cerberus family. You think I would be different from the others who possesses the Cerberus blood." Dabria spoke in a loud tone. Now she had the smirk on her face. While the smirk on Leonard's face wiped off completely. Of course, Dabria thought it thoroughly before she planned everything. She couldn't take any risks. The lives o

I'm in my study at home, surrounded by piles of papers and files, each one more damning than the last. My father's old desk is barely visible beneath the stacks of documents I've accumulated over the past few weeks. Papers with names, dates, and transactions—every sordid detail of my family's legacy laid bare. And it's all connected to the Conti brothers. How did we get here? I think as I take a swig from the glass of whiskey in my hand, letting the burn steady me.

There the doors were opened and she was carried in still screaming until she saw what awaited her in the great hall. Vallezarii, Serywithe, and all the noble houses were gathered there…all the noble houses except one. House Phynally. Lord Hemrot Phynally was nowhere to be seen. But there in the hall were his sons and his daughters covered in soot. Serywithe was with one of the girls, holding her against her shoulder while she wept. “These men,” Vallezarii said, “You are sure they are strangers?” “Men of Kronos, your Grace,” Lysa Phynally, wife and lady of the house spoke, her voice shaky.

“King Dreg.” A noble squire bowed in respect. Dreg nodded and shook his hand firmly. “ Your accent doesn’t sound like you’re from the East.” Egret patted the squire on his back. “His name is Leon Pujet, he is the third son of the royal family in the Southern Kingdom of Ghenu.” “So you are the groom of tomorrow....” Dreg stated bluntly. Leon nodded with a slight smirk, his brown eyes assessing the stoic and dominating form of Dreg. “I have just obtained the rank of squire so it was time for my marriage to be arranged.”