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“I didn’t flinch. I didn’t hesitate. I ruled.” Isolde shook her head. “You are enslaved.” “I protected,” the throne-self replied. “No more betrayal. No more compromise. Peace, enforced by certainty.” “At what cost?” “Only everything uncertain,” the throne-self said, rising. “But now you’ve come again. Still bleeding. Still begging. Still believing there’s another way.” “There is another way.” The throne-self stepped forward. “Then prove it.” The sky cracked. The plane beneath her feet shattered like glass.

An honor to protect. The Crimson throne is my mate's legacy and I would protect and fight for it till my last dying breath. The Crimson throne isn't a quest. A game or a trophy to be contested for. I chuckled to myself, a sly smile spreading across my face as I reflected on the encounter. I had outsmarted him, and the realization of that fact brought a sense of satisfaction despite the injury I obtained. It was worth it. The ward door opened, and Beta Thane entered the room. I sensed another presence behind him before I could even see him, the Minister of Secret Affairs and my Chief of Whisperers, Minister Elais.

Alpha Adelard looked me up and down. “I will give up the throne.” It was a difficult decision to make but thinking of how much she must be suffering made it easy. Too easy. What did I need the throne for? Randal and his mother could plunge the entire Deimos into chaos if they liked. As long as Persephone was safe, there was nothing I could not give up.

“I'm tired of watching her live her life under the radar. Scared of a tyrant who had causing troubles in my life,” “I heard about your sister,” “Let's not get carried away,” I patted his shoulder with a brief smile. “Just because we share a drink does not mean we can start couple's therapy,” “It was going so well,” He chuckled softly as he beckoned on one of his guards. “Tell all the workers that they have the week off. We need to clear the innocent civilians from the building,” “Sir, what about you?” They asked. “We should take you to your secure bunker, until all these blow away,”

The chef said with a grin as she placed what I assumed was the last plate of food on the table and left. My stomach growled loudly. I had not eaten anything all day. Because of nerves I had not taken breakfast, but now my stomach was ready to have something in it. Well, don't mind if I do. Later that night, As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with shades of pink and orange, the atmosphere in the mansion shifted. A servant hurried into the dining room, clutching a small piece of paper in his hand. With an apologetic bow, he handed it to Nicholas, who scanned the message with a furrowed brow.

Louis said, “ He is going to check on her and make sure that she is okay,” “I see…” Azeph said still not convinced that this was enough, “Elinor wants us to do this for her. I am going to do it. And I am going to make sure every soul in that capital knows that this was all her doing, that she was the one who saved his majesty. And if it isn’t enough for them, I am going to publicly renounce on the throne for her. That place belongs to her. It had always belonged to her. She will not bear the consequences of her father’s greed. Not after everything she did behind the curtains for our country.” Louis said and Azeph remained silent.

' I thought to myself and frowned, making a mental note to make sure I gave him my mouthwash. “Mr. Pat, I'm not here to play games with you. Where is my money?” I heard the red-eyed man ask and man! His voice was worth swooning over. His physique was great, handsomeness beyond human's comprehension, and I was certain that beneath those clothes were fine abs! I snapped out of my Dreamland when I heard the conversation ongoing between him and my father.

Dax stood over the puddle of chrome, his chest heaving, his Phase-Knife powering down with a soft hiss. Slowly, the Vanguard lowered their weapons. Jax let out a long, shuddering breath, resting the head of his massive gear-axe against the obsidian floor. Tank dropped his heavy chain. Lena slumped over the handlebars of her bike, wiping a mix of sweat and stratospheric rain from her forehead. "Is he...?" Reyes asked, stepping cautiously toward the remains. "He's formatted," Dax confirmed, his voice rough. Suddenly, the massive, floating Chrome Throne at the end of the courtyard chimed. A soft, automated voice echoed through the invisible atmospheric dome.

I give him a grateful nod, and he disappears out the tent, taking his supplies with him. “War is coming,” Diego says. “Unless we can come to some sort of peace agreement, the Alpha King is prepared to launch a full-scale battle to, and I quote, eradicate you.” “War it is,” Marion replies nonchalantly, as if she didn’t just announce her intention to inevitably sacrifice the lives of countless humans. I glance at Sebastian, thinking he must be as shocked as I am. Instead, he looks like a soldier ready to enter the field. “We will not rest until every human is saved,” Marion adds. “And I assume that’s not on the negotiation table for the Alpha King.”

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.