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"Who are you?" "I am the First." "The first what?" "The first Crimson Priestess." My knees nearly buckled. "You carry both bloodlines." "I don't understand." "You will." She lifted her hand. Behind her... The mountain split open. An enormous underground kingdom stretched farther than I could see. Thousands of wolves. Ancient temples. Crystal rivers. Libraries. Gardens growing beneath glowing stones. "This kingdom sleeps." "What kingdom?" "It waits for you." The woman touched my forehead. "When your mate remembers..."

I felt like I was being sold off from my boss to another sinfully alluring boss that's totally off limits. He walked out after informing me about the coronation and all. I felt like a total alien in here, and he still told me to get used to this? I walked out of the balcony after a while of staring into space. Walking around the palace made me see the huge difference in the two packs. Moonlight pack was a lot better than crystal pack in many ways. A better king, none of them was any good with their temper though. A nice building structure, nice land and very spacious surroundings, much more better than Crystal pack.

I moved and placed a hand on Queen Seraphina and on Prince Nathaniel's shoulder. I don't know how, but as the stranger starts chanting, it's like I already know the words and join my voice and magicks to his, as does Isabella. It seems to take forever, but then no time at all, as her body glows along with the strangers before it returns to normal. I watch in amazement as Queen Seraphina takes a sharp breath in and Prince Nathaniel lets out a relieved sigh. I smile and giggle a little when King Dominic seems to push Prince Nathaniel out of the way to make sure that his mate is okay.

Madeline stayed by the balcony, holding a brown covered book in her hands. "The Queen slid through the hidden massage to meet with her imprisoned love..." Madeline read those words out loud, as she looked at the starry night.. Even the most beautiful places turned dark at night. Madeline thought in her head, as she continued reading the book. "A ball gown the color spun gold floated down the river with no one inside it...." Madeline gasped slightly immersed in the book, she felt pity for the queen, she came to met her love yet he betrayed her and killed her.

He shook his head. Reina's book was about Queen Miuccia. It seemed like a sad story. It's the culture that twin heirs have only one mate. It depends on their mate. She would pick one and reject the second one. She was nothing but a foolish woman who couldn't see that Prince Cyril loved her… After Cyril, King Dastien was the most powerful king. "Then mom won't mind letting me read it." I beamed at it as I opened it. "Johnson Bidan," I murmured while reading the author's name. I think that there is only one writer in the Dark Realm.

While the wives whispered, the husbands weren’t so subtle, openly congratulating Daniel, who looked like he’d rather be climbing Mount Everest than be here. I bit my cheek to hide my smile. Cara stood at the center of the room. She wore white, expecting to stand out alone. I wore red—the signature style for the queen. She was surrounded by a small group of Mafia wives. If she hadn’t been pregnant with Daniel’s child, they’d have been trying to kiss the ground I walked on. Most of the other women stared at her with thinly disguised disgust. “You’re only pregnant for him. Not his wife. Not our queen,” one openly said.

“His Majesty requests your presence in the Rose Hall. The court awaits the first audience of the new queen.” Queen. The word tasted like spoiled honey. Elara turned from the mirror. “Tell him I will attend in a moment.” She dressed with deliberate care. Not in white this time. She chose black: a high-collared gown of velvet and spider-silk, embroidered with tiny silver claws along the sleeves. Mourning colors, technically. But Lycans respected strength more than tradition, and black suited the mood of a woman who had already died once.

Even the ancient covens would panic once they realized what she truly carried. The balance was already breaking, and once balance breaks, kingdoms die screaming. A sudden scream tore upward from the lower laboratory levels before cutting off violently. Another failed experiment. I barely noticed. Malvek stepped beside me carefully. “My Lord… if the prophecy is real…” “It is.” That shut him up immediately. I looked toward the storm outside while memories older than Blood Carticons moved quietly through my mind. Memories of ancient wars... burning kingdoms... The Hybrid Queen... Asha. The witches buried her story because they feared it.

HAYLEE ~<>~ While waiting for my test results and Xalen’s return to the palace, I dug into the one book that seemed to have held on to my attention and mind—Cursed in Crimson. Just like Flavia narrated briefly, the first red wolf was quite phenomenal and pitiful. Reading about her felt like torture because I could have sworn I was transported back in time to the era and place she existed. I could have sworn I felt every whip and lash she had to endure, even though she was powerful enough to destroy the entire realm.

Life always followed them. The small bedroom at the back of the cottage was overflowing with blooms. White roses climbed the walls. Golden lilies crowded the windowsills. Wildflowers pushed through the cracks between the floorboards. The room seemed determined to burst with life, as though nature itself was fighting against what was about to happen. At the center of it all lay the girl. Demeter's heart clenched painfully. The girl looked exactly like Persephone. Not merely similar. Not enough to remind someone of her.