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Standing across the battlefield, smirking. He lifted a hand and whispered something. Emily’s body froze. Pain exploded in her chest. A rune branded itself over her heart. "It’s begun," Lucien whispered through the bond only she could hear. As darkness pulled at the edge of her mind, Emily collapsed, the runes on her skin glowing violently. --- Alexander reached her just as her body hit the ground, glowing blue and gold, pulsing with ancient magic Her eyes snapped open and they weren’t hers anymore. They were the eyes of the Alpha Queen reborn. And she didn’t recognize him.

… When I opened my eyes again, I was standing on the stage in a formal dress, facing Benedict, whose body trembled before he abruptly shoved me away. Caught off guard, I stumbled and fell to the ground. My brother, Lucas Howard, hurried forward to help me up, his voice cold. "How dare Benedict push you!" I bit down hard, forcing myself to suppress the hatred rising within. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Benedict had said as he turned to leave. "Get lost! Don’t think you can stop me from going to Yancy." So, he had been reborn too. Even better. This would make my revenge all the more satisfying.

Warm blood ran down her arms. "This isn't fair," she whispered. "I didn't do anything wrong." No answer came. The ceiling groaned. Dust fell in thin streams. From far above came a crash, a scream that ended too quickly, the distant echo of monsters shrieking. Seraphina buried her face in her knees. Her whole body shook. She had been born noble, taught grace and faith, and it had meant nothing. Her family had turned away. The man she loved had chosen her sister.

“You once said you wanted an ambitious woman who could stand beside you, not behind you, right?” He blinked, caught between pride and confusion. “Well,” I breathed, lips curving into a dangerous smile, “I am ready to be your queen, Ethan. To take this city by its throat and kiss it into submission. I was born for rooms like that. Born to wear power like silk. And if…” My nail trailed his collar, “If you are ready to be the king who can rule…” His breath hitched. He wasn’t used to ambition spoken with teeth. Silence fell thick, heavy, humming between us like electricity before lightning strikes.

Shifters were being executed in cold blood—men, women, and the very children we had just fought to rescue from the hubs. In the center of the slaughter stood a woman. She wore a crimson silk coat I recognized—the one I had bought in New York to prove I was no longer an Omega. Her chestnut hair fell in perfect, glossy waves. Her face was a flawless replica of my own—the same high cheekbones, the same gold-rimmed hazel eyes. She raised a high-frequency rifle and fired into a group of kneeling Elders, her expression a mask of bored, aristocratic disdain. "The Queen of Rebirth," the news ticker scrolled in a violent, neon red. [PHOENIX INITIATES GLOBAL PURGE: THE KING’S MOTHER TURNS EXECUTIONER.

I had been watching that face my whole life and I was so tired of it. Every time something should have finally finished her, she came out of it. The kidnapping. The business attacks. The smear campaign. All of it. She just kept walking forward, kept rebuilding, kept collecting more people who were loyal to her. But you could not come back from being dead. "This time she doesn't make it home," I said. "That's the plan." "Good." I meant it. "Good." I hung up and kept walking. The sun was actually out. I tilted my face toward it for a second and just let myself feel it. I was out. Scarlett was on her way to a country where nobody knew her and nobody was watching, and what happened over there wo

His expression was almost too excited to hide. "Read the headlines. The real show is just getting started." I looked at the paper. The front page showed a woman in black gloves, standing on a cargo ship, her profile sharp as a blade. The bold text read: The Widow Returns: Mysterious Arms Dealer Declares War on the Underworld. I stood up, a jolt of excitement running through me. It was the figure that haunted my dreams night after night. Mom was alive. She was really back!

She looked up at the ceiling, wondering if Kenziel was already on his way, and if he knew that he was walking into a grave. The game had changed, even reality too as the pieces seems to be set — and for the first time, Rebecca realized that her second chance might just be a longer way to die.

“You can hear them if they accept you.” John slowly looked at her belly, then at her face, and Vera could see the exact moment his fear shifted into something close to loyalty. A pregnant woman with talking unborn children, healing food, a former queen in exile, and a plan to take over the garbage sector should have sounded like madness. But his core was recovering, his hands had stopped shaking, and for the first time in months, he could imagine his wife and child getting better.

You are not my descendant. Terror gripped me. "What are you saying?" The Queen looked heartbroken. "I am you." The ground vanished beneath my feet and my mind refused to accept it, refused to understand, but the truth continued. "My soul was divided." Tears filled her eyes. "Scattered through time." The impossible suddenly made terrible sense. The visions, the powers, the mark, the Hollow Kings recognizing me. Not descendant. Queen. Because they weren't looking at a descendant. They were looking at her, reborn.