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“And I suppose you already have a plan?” Sienna’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “I do.” She turned her gaze toward the throne, the shadows around it pulsing in response. “The First King was right. Someone must take the throne to bind the world anew. But it won’t be a sacrifice.” She lifted a hand, and the air crackled. “It will be a beginning.” A deep, resonant hum echoed through the Hollow Realm as the throne shifted. The jagged stone smoothed, reshaping into something more defined, more absolute. The fractures in the sky seemed to pulse in time with it, as if responding to her will.

They're all in the past. The golden throne is the future and the future I must claim. The golden throne I must claim and lean on. I heave victoriously and in relief. The golden throne and the alpha position is mine. I step further. I gently caress it's hardened surface. It's extremely smooth. As smooth as an edge shell. It's also thick and probably unbreakable. It's really worth murdering to claim. I touch it's broad handle. My trailing fingers also contact it's extremely sharp and perfectly filed edges.

*** The Luna called the Beta to her room to discuss about what to do about the throne “What do you mean they have to contend for the throne? What if that brat was interested?” she slammed him “I only said that to confirm if he had any intention to take the throne or not and now we are clear that he doesn’t want to” Beta Loras defended his actions “He might not be interested in the throne for now but you do know in the future, he might be a threat to the throne especially if he finds out about the truth” Luna Aravis countered

Adolphus smiled again, though his eyes carried relief he had not wanted us to notice. “The throne accepts confession,” he said. “It does not release property.” Ashina staggered back, clutching her stomach as if the word "property" had struck the baby inside her. Rudina’s spirit dimmed further, and fear crossed her face before she looked down at the cracked earth beneath Ashina’s feet. “The throne is waking faster than the crown can refuse it,” Rudina whispered. Otsana stepped forward, the gold mark burning, though Maelor’s earlier command still made her knees tremble with remembered humiliation.

I smile at the exchange. My eyes move to his father, who scans me with a gaze full of judgment and uncertainty. I automatically feel self-conscious. Does he already know I’m the weak link? Did Martin tell him? Or someone else in the pack? Can he just sense it? Lena saves me by stepping in front of his stare and smiling. “Alpha Thoran,” she says, hugging him. Surprisingly, he hugs her back, the smallest hint of a smile appearing. “How are you, dear? How is the new pack treating you?” he asks, for a moment deflecting his eyes from me.

“The queen knew something else too.” The council leader leaned slightly forward. Interested. “What?” Ardan’s voice dropped lower. “She knew the council would try to break the seal.” The council leader’s smile faded slightly. Ardan looked straight at me again. “That’s why she created the throne.” My stomach twisted. “What throne?” Ardan’s voice grew stronger despite his injuries. “The throne of wolves isn’t power.” He pointed weakly toward the Devourer. “It’s a prison.” The words slammed into the clearing.

"You may sit Mr. Wilson. How about you Ms. Kingston? Why don't you tell us something about your book ?" I stood up and wetted my lips while looking at the cover of the book in question. "It's called the Myth of The Broken Throne." "Very well, what's it about? "It's starting with the history of the supernaturals and the birth of the werewolves. The Cerulean clan and the Royals --" "I guess you still don't know what the myth is about." "No, I don't. " "Then what have you thought about the book till now? Did you get any interesting mystery, you would like to share with us?"

If anything I was happy to join hands with Alpha Chase to at least, put an end to Donald's reign. He wasn't going to be on the throne ruling anybody again, and that, we were going to make sure off. His dirty secrets will be out in the open, soon... * * TBC

I asked spinning to look at the Moon Goddess. “She is going to be just fine.” She said with a smile. “I need to talk to her. I need to be with her.” I started pacing back a forth trying to come up with ideas on how to get to her. “Gunner listen to me and listen carefully. She is going to be just fine. She is of the royal bloodline, remember? She would want you to focus on continuing to get the refugees out and safe. I can also tell you that the first round went very well and everybody is safe.” Selene said excitedly.

Today, they took this walk together, and to her, the thrones awaiting them at the end were not half as important as the man next to her. Yes, the thrones. Once different like day and night, one black, one gold, they were now a matching pair. Nathaniel had made himself clear in this regard: Katherine's throne had to be just as big as his own and of similar form. Yet the craftsman had taken his freedom on the material, surprising everyone. Beside the obsidian throne with the sharp black icicles on top, stood a throne out of glass. Minuscle diamonds, inlaid in the lean, fractured the sunlight that shone through the windows on the left and filled the whole, formerly dark hall with sparkles of li