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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.

My father took the small wooden bowl and drank Mikey’s blood. He was giving Mikey to have power over him and granting Mikey all the loyalty of the people present. He kneeled before Mikey, making every person from Purple Hill kneel before him including me. That’s when we realize what the cameras are for. It passing of the Alpha throne was shown all over Purple Hill. To let everyone know that a new Alpha has risen. My father stood up, took the dagger from Mikey, and cut his hand as he offered his cut hand to Mikey’s to complete the transition.

I'm supposed to be dead already. "What are you talking about Levilah? We're done here. We need to leave" His guard. Czar said and Levilah nodded and stood up. "Let's go " Levilah glanced at me one last time, then he stood up and left. His guard followed behind, carrying the half-dead alpha with him. I heaved a sigh of relief the moment they left as I sat on the floor weakly, unable to do anything. Just when I thought everything was finally over, the door opened again and two hefty-looking Alpha king's guards barged into my room. What is going on?

“This place is full of people you can’t trust. You can only trust me, at least for now. Not Damien. If he knows you’re not yet a wolf, he is going to fight to claim the throne and probably claim you are an Omega, and we don’t know that yet. If he decides to try and claim the throne, everything is against you. You don’t have any fight abilities, you’re not yet a full wolf—you’re going to lose. And you lose the throne along with it.” I nodded, understanding what he meant. But I thought to myself. Do I even want this throne? It seems like a deadly thing to fight for. Was I ready to fight for something so deep and important to these people? I just wanted to shut him out. I would think about it.

White porcelain decorated with motifs of calla lilies, roses, and birds. But this mask didn't save me. Gritting my teeth, I fasten it over my face and turn to Athena. “Vincent knows I'm Thorne,” Her eyes harden. Having known her for many years, I've become fine tuned to her subtle changes of emotions. The way she sways slightly to the left lets me know that she's pissed. “Do you want me to take care of him? Your identity as Throne must never be revealed.” “If I ask you to kill him, will you?”

I pushed him over the edge. Sebastian's face twisted in rage as he bellowed, "Out! Get out now!" The door slammed shut behind me. I let out a wry chuckle, picked up a stray garment from the floor, and tucked it into my suitcase. In the dimly lit room of the grand villa, Rosa's voice trembled with a mix of urgency and regret. "Don, this is all my fault. I've put you in such a tough spot. Maybe I should just hand the title of Mrs. back to Ms. DeLuca?"

It fell back into its slumber, encased in a new tomb of ice. The shaking stopped. The facility groaned, but held. Sebastian dropped the Chairman’s body. He stood over the abyss, breathing hard. "We didn't kill it," Sebastian said grimly. "We just hit the snooze button." "How long?" Harper asked, staring at the frozen god below. "Maybe a year. Maybe ten." Sebastian turned to her. "But now, we hold the remote." He walked to the main console of the Throne. He smashed the controls with his gun butt. CRASH. "No more Chairmen. No more sacrifice." "From now on, we guard it our way."

I said. I turned back to the crowd. My pulse pushed pressure against my temples. "We are not going to rebuild the Throne," I told them. The conviction was a cold, hard resolve settling into my marrow. "The Throne is a lonely chair for a man whose heart has stopped. We are going to build a Table." I spread my arms. My skeletal system groaned under the strain. "A table where the Null sits with the Highblood. Where the Rogue eats with the Citizen. Where the only thing that determines your worth is the kinetic force you bring to the fight."

The obsidian throne groaned, the entire structure vibrating with a frequency that was neither Silas’s nor mine. It was hers. Silas recoiled, his hand smoking, his face twisted in a mixture of shock and rapture. "She... she’s rejecting the Command? No... she’s Rewriting it." "She’s a Vane," I gasped, finally finding my voice as the pressure eased. "And a Thorne. She doesn't follow instructions." I lunged, my wings slicing through the air with a platinum-black fire. I didn't go for Silas; I went for the Throne’s Core—the massive obsidian diamond at the center of the chamber.

To receive relationship advice from her? “From my observation, the throne rejection doesn't have to do with being tampered with or anything. The King's unsolved tension with his mate, that's you, only weakens the bond. The throne is enchanted to accept only a Luna Queen who shares the Alpha King’s uncorrupted soul bond.” She paused a little.