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His thoughts went to a particular omega, Penelope, His eyes searched for the redhead and spotted her at the center of the ballroom her gaze focused in the direction of the throne “Oh great..." Daniel muttered His uncle was drunk and on the verge of having sex with a slutty woman that was sitting on his lap right in front of everyone's eyes. "Ah!!!” Daniel heard a loud squealing voice echoing through the room which challenged the beat of the music. He ran through the crowd to see the young omega holding a woman by her neck and gleaming into her eyes with disgust. "Get your filthy hands off my husband!!" The omega growled. Everyone including the king who was half drunk widened their eyes at th

I don't want to react this way to him. To my right a door opens and the witch queen steps through. Still at his beck and call. I feel a little less of an idiot with her presence now. "Ready?" She asks Thorne. He nods and takes her hand and guides her to me. She lays a book down on the bed. I can't quite read it from this angle.

Her eyes locked on the notebook, horror flooding her. “That’s mine,” she whispered. “No—it can’t—” The masked figure’s voice was smooth, cruel. “No, little flame. This is the original. Yours was only a copy.” Leora’s heart lurched. A copy? The girl staggered, trembling. “That’s not true. That’s not—” The figure stepped closer, flipping the book open. He read aloud, voice dripping with command: “Rule One: You belong to us.” The girl screamed, clutching her head. The flames around her flickered violently, threatening to consume everything.

​The air in the library was still vibrating from the force of Elara’s vision. She stood anchored to Caleb’s side, her breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches as the images of the bone throne and the veiled queen burned behind her eyelids. The silence was broken only by the frantic thrumming of her own heart and the distant, rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner.

“The ancient texts are clear on what it takes to make a successful match, your majesty.” The Immaculate Mother begins. “As you have seen with your very own match, the Goddess smiles upon you and the strength of your line.” She snaps her fingers. Phoebe strides toward the table, she seems to float across the floor, her robe giving the illusion. She reaches within its invisible folds and retrieves a small book, bound in leather and well worn. Gold letters are neatly stamped on the cover— The Order Of The Kingdom Of The Moon. The Immaculate Mother quickly flips through the well worn pages.

The chandelier above swung violently, though no wind stirred. The air grew heavy—thick with something old. A magic that wasn’t mine. A presence that filled the room like black smoke. Alika’s body lifted slightly off the settee, her hair rising as if underwater. Her lips moved— But it was Morrigan’s voice that came out. > “The vessel breaks, the bride awakens. This time, the throne shall not remain empty.” “No,” I said firmly, stepping forward. “She is not your throne.” I grabbed the silver blade again and slashed my palm, fresh blood spilling.

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.

The dark magic inside me flares, pulling and clawing at the edges of my spirit. Now that I’m protected by the power of the throne room, I give it the space it’s yearning for until it is one with my spirit and Lex’s. Heat surges through my body, and for the first time, I’m aware of the crown floating above my head with colored spires glowing brightly.

I see that my books for both study and pleasure are sitting on the small table next to the chaise under the window. I sit down and pick up one of my study books. I am surprised when I don’t recognise it as one of my normal books. I open it and read that it is a book on Werewolves. I move my hand slowly to my mouth, as I know that anything to do with Werewolves is forbidden within the castle and the kingdom by order of the Queen.

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