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On the day my fiancé, Raphael Moretti, and I were supposed to get our marriage license at city hall, I dressed with care. But by noon, he still hadn't shown up. Aurelia De Luca video-called me. "Sofia, where are you? Raphael's been waiting for you all day." Panic hit me. "Weren't we signing in Palermo?" Aurelia frowned. "It's Taormina, Sofia. Everyone's been waiting for a long time." I drove straight to Taormina. When I arrived, no one was there. When the video connected, Aurelia was crouched on the ground, laughing hard. "Sofia, don't tell me you actually went. We're already on Lipari. Raphael's setting up the wedding venue to surprise you." I left my car at the port and took a boat to Lipa

"But if your fine ass wants to get lashed down and spanked, I could be into that. Turns out that you're kinda my type." The Throne smiled, his not-so-tom-like teeth bared. "Why are you here, whelp? It would be as easy as breathing for me to send you from here into the deepest depths of the Underworld. Are you not seeking my gift to save the one you call Innehavre? If that's true, have a seat. The bonds are to hold your aura intact as I infiltrate your very essence." The Throne was a little rusty, having not had a challenger in many centuries and he felt his hackles rise. He was already telling this very attractive ginger-haired nuisance more than he usually told anyone. They were usually too

The Throne shatters and grows in the same breath, spines twisting like serpents. And in the heart of it— Us. Burning. Breaking. Becoming. The Throne roars a promise in my skull: If I can’t have you, I’ll take HER. And then— Everything goes white.

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.

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

I spat out a mouthful of blood and winced as I turned my head toward the passenger seat. Upon seeing Keaton Rourke wedged between the airbag and the seat, I ground out, "You disabled the airbag, didn't you?" He looked at me like he wanted me dead. He ignored my question, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "Hate to break it to you, but even with you bleeding out, Teresa will still come to me first." I hunched over in pain, clutching my stomach with both hands. My vision was blurring, and I could barely keep my eyes open, but I still had to defend Teresa Bellamy. "She is my wife. There is no way she would save you before me."