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Warm. “The throne and…he thanked me for saving him from it,” Gavin replied quietly, face pressed on Ainar’s chest. “He really did not want it?” “No. Apparently, it’s only his father who wanted it. Omega Kione was pushing him to get back at Pack Alpha. Omega Kione hurt him, though, for surrendering the throne. Alpha Nicholas said Tundra deserved a real ruler, said something along the lines of Tundra not deserving someone who was crowned for vengeance.” “That’s…complicated. But while it is unfair to him, what his father did, he did the right thing by surrendering the throne. He’s a good man.”

Narrator's Pov The throne always seemed to be newer every morning. It was either the maid servants were doing a great work cleaning it or there was a magic responsible for that. Eddie traced his hand on the arms of the throne. He would be sitting on it as from tomorrow when he had been coronated as the Alpha King. He felt a surge within him. There was obviously someone sneaking behind him. "And what do you think you are doing?" he asked without looking back. "You must have really heard the news that I have eyes all over my body" he said with a threatening tone.

That was impossible, they all feared us and dared not to even breathe wrongly in our direction plus they were all corporate when I looked out the window. “Could be some omegas messing around.” Rowan said with a shrug. Before continuing to the throne room. I will find whoever was responsible for this ruckus and deal with them later. We all walked to the throne room. The throne room was large with dark obsidian pillars, dark stone flooring, perfectly sculpted faces of all the previous alpha kings and queen lunas lined up against the walls on either side. A lot of blood has been shed in this room, faint crimson blood stains here and there, a reminder of what could happen if you step out of line

Another memory surged violently outward. The first Queen is standing beneath collapsing stars while holding the hand of the golden ruler beside her. Both Thrones burned above them while existence itself cracked around their bond. “You are losing yourself,” the Queen whispered desperately. The golden ruler smiled sadly. “So are you.” The memory shifted violently. The Thrones are demanding greater balance. Greater sacrifice. Less attachment. The rulers fighting desperately to hold onto each other while eternity slowly stripped away everything mortal inside them. Until finally, the Queen made a choice. She shattered the second throne herself. Not to destroy balance, to save the man she loved fr

I leaned back in my chair, my fingers steepling as I contemplated the implications. "Everything I've been preparing for hinges on this moment, Marcus. Lex thinks he's safe, but he has no idea what's coming." "You're not just talking about crashing the wedding, are you?" Marcus asked, his tone a bit suspicious. "You're planning to take the throne back." "Exactly," I replied, my voice low and steady. "I will bring doom upon that wedding and reclaim what is rightfully mine. And then, I will wed my brother's Luna." Marcus gasped and cleared his throat. It was something he always did whenever he was skeptical about something.

⸻ And another. The Throne of Balance was breaking. ⸻ 🌙 The Final Revelation The throne’s voice became distorted. ⚡ ⸻ “Error…” ⸻ Silence. 💀 ⸻ “Keeper refuses transcendence.” ⸻ The stars dimmed. ⸻ “Keeper chooses humanity.” ⸻ The crack widened. 💥 ⸻ Then the throne revealed its greatest secret. ⸻ “No Keeper has ever made that choice.” ⸻ 😱😱😱

“The ceremony will be held. He would get mated but not to Hazel. He is getting mated to the daughter of Alpha Steve, Stephanie.” “What do you mean?” She looked at her husband, then at her son, then at her husband again. “Hazel is his mate” “No, she is not. She is not his mate.” Seven watched on as his parents debated. His heart was heavy. He could not imagine what was going to happen. Was it worth it? Just for his father’s love and approval for the throne, he had to lose his lover and from the look of things, was he going to lose his mother again?

With the usual cold expression on her face, she replied, "You know me, I won't be satisfied with that." "That's my girl! Ehem—" realizing he has gone on an overwheleming state, affecting his posture, he relaxingly sat back with his legs and fingers crossed. "The royalties are real pain, huh. Misfortune must have been engraved on that crown they pass on, you think?" "And it would cause me more trouble if it falls into the wrong hands again," with an elegant movement, the sound of the porcelain touching the polished wooden table made a soft tapping noise. "Wrong hands, you say. Does that mean you have confirmed it already?" he asked, moving his head forward closer to hers.

The man in the throne convulsed, then slumped further, his breathing hitching. The veins on the floor flickered, starting to retract. The House fought back. Cracks spiderwebbed out from the throne, the stone of the dais shuddering. The back of the throne pulsed red, a final, desperate heartbeat, and lines of blood whipped out from it like lashes, trying to reattach to the broken channels. “Top!” I shouted, desperation lacing my voice. “The back! That’s the core—break that and it should—”

Behind them, the surviving nobles gathered. He stopped at the base of the stone. “What are your orders, my queen?” The title sounded strange in his mouth. Testing. She regarded him. “Three things,” she said. “First: send riders to every corner of the kingdom. Let it be known that Cassius Blackthorn fell defending his queen from treachery. That the beast awoke to protect its true vessel. That I am crowned by its will.” Thorne’s eyes narrowed, but he nodded. “Second: open the granaries and blood vaults. Feed the people. Let them see mercy before they see strength.”