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That night, Damien didn't come back to our apartment. I knew where he was. The next morning, I opened the pack's secure network. The top post was a new update. Alpha Damien had ordered a hundred thousand dollars' worth of rare supplements for Seraphina. Blood Ginseng, Moonlight Fungus, and Starfruit—things only needed during a werewolf pregnancy. The comments section exploded. "Is our Alpha going to be a father?" "But isn't Isla his Luna?"

"You aren't a 'Standardized Asset'! You are the one who found the scent of the thistles! You are the co-author of the 'Unmapped'!" "Elora Thorne is 'Archived', Silas Blackwood," the avatar replied, her voice a harmonious, synthesized melody that held no memory of Kaelen. "The 'New Genome' project requires a 'Clean Lead'. The Alpha's heresy has 'Polluted' the human city. We are here to 'Filter' the bloodline before the 'Global Rollout'."

The throne room was adorned with silver and blue in lovely decorations. Blue Silks, white flowers, and Fionn’s new crown was even a literal silver-diamond and the most gorgeous sapphire. No doubt a gift from the Alpha King and the witnessing neighbor Alphas. The throne was made of marble. The roof, just like the Winter Castle’s and this pack's dining hall, was made of glass—visible to the winter night sky. The interior of the throne room was snowing gently but the snow never touched the ground. A light, cool breeze greeted all the attendees. The crescent moon above seemed to smile down at us.

The clicks of the keys were loud in the si‍lence. To Thorn‍e: Neural scrub confi‍rmed successful‌. Asset‌ S is a clean slat‍e. No memor⁠y of identity, role, or projects.⁠ Patriarch C is‌ emotionally non functional, a ghost⁠. The f⁠ield is sterile. Awaiting P‍hase Two co‍nsolida⁠tion instruction‌s. He s‌howed us the screen. He pressed send.

Malachi stepped beside me his black mantle snapping in the wind as his fingers locked back into mine. "They built seven cages " I whispered, my starless eye reflecting the void, between dimensions. "Then we'll use their bars to build the throne " Malachi replied. The celestial enforcers had tried to align the North to their blueprint. They had forgotten that a realm that has survived the vacuum of the Seventh Seal cannot be broken by geometry.

Leon's brows drew together slightly. He glanced at me, lips parting as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Anrina leaned close and whispered into his ear. "If Isabella succeeds, then give her position back, okay?" Leon was silent for a few seconds before finally nodding. "Isabella." He looked at me across the room. "Go retrieve the shipment. Come back alive, and I'll restore your position as Capo." I stood there quietly, staring at the man I had personally helped place on the throne.

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

“The throne is cursed? Is that what you were trying to say?” “Yes, miss. No one touches the throne even if it’s to clean it. It was engraved and molded by what is known as “hellfire”. It is of pure gold and burns anyone who touches it mistakenly or intentionally and the burn would never heal. Only the destined king can touch it, our past queens never touched it and any one of them who tried to, died from the incurable injury.” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm.

“Come on. Let’s get some lunch and figure out our strategy.” We spent the afternoon planning, Ryker joining us to provide tactical advice. By dinner, we’d outlined an approach for the summit and drafted a treaty proposal for Mountain Ridge. “This is actually happening,” I said as we ate in Kade’s private dining room (which had become our routine). “I’m going to walk into a room full of Alphas who all have opinions about me.” “And you’re going to show them exactly who you are,” Kade said confidently. “A Celestial Wolf. A queen. Someone not to be underestimated.”