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Margaret said between bites, “how we used to sneak out of etiquette lessons?” Isabella laughed. “Oh, and that night by the lake—we promised our firstborns would marry. We thought it was the most romantic thing in the world.” Zubrel grinned. “And now here we are, watching that promise unfold.” Ariel nearly choked on her drink. Carl coughed into his napkin to hide a laugh. Unfold? Ariel thought bitterly. More like unravel. Carl smirked. At least she knows this is ridiculous. The queens continued their chatter, occasionally casting approving glances at the two young royals. Neither noticed the daggers being exchanged across the table.

“You? The Queen was high and mighty that this kingdom belongs to you but by the looks of it, it seems the fourth prince is wealthier than you. She promised that silver, gold, diamond and fabric of silk and wool will be mine! Above all the favor to sit upon the throne as future Queen but look at me! I look nothing like future Queen to be. Nothing!” Heat immediately climbed up Klaus ’s neck to his cheek. He felt dazed by her requests, perhaps he should tell her the truth that until he ascend the throne and he has a son he is entitled only a small portion of his father’s wealth. His fingers balled into fists, pride forcing him to man up and prove himself to his wife. That son of a mistress was

I crossed my arms and glared at her until she smirked and leaned forward. “Ida will be working at the company from now on. She will go back with you two and the plan my uncles have is to build romance between the heirs of their family businesses. It is either Anthony marries you or her at the end of it all. Who knows.”

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But for now, she was trapped in his embrace, forced to endure the kiss that felt like a brand of ownership. Despite her initial resistance, Isabella's body eventually gave in to the kiss. Her lips softened, and she felt a spark of unwanted attraction. She tried to push the feeling away, but it only seemed to grow stronger. Collins' arms wrapped around her like a vice, holding her close as he deepened the kiss. Isabella felt trapped, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She didn't want to want him, but her body seemed to have other plans.

Everywhere was sparkling and neat, as if it had never been used. Then I saw another beautiful, gorgeous omega, different from the one who had been warming my bed since I arrived at Crescent Pack yesterday. I walked further into the kitchen, the doorway a few steps behind me. Then I tapped the counter to get her attention. She jerked upright from where she had been bent over, as though her soul nearly left her body. She quickly straightened up. She looked at me from head to toe. My robe had given away that I was of royal blood. Maybe she was not aware when I arrived at the palace yesterday.

She looked so alive, so unbothered by the royal pressure. She turned and caught me staring. “What?” she laughed. “You,” I said, standing up and pulling her to myself. “You look beautiful right now.” Her hands shot to her face as she tried to cover the blush that crept up. “This isn’t the right place for this,” she said, giving me a teasing look. “Who’s the Crowned Prince again?” I asked. She arched a brow. “And who owns the castle?” “Exactly,” I smirked.

The knight knelt when she entered, though she had never asked him to. “My lady,” he said, voice low. “The council stirs. Whispers of rebellion grow louder. They speak of crowns—two crowns—and the blood that must join them.” Serenya’s throat tightened. “They mean mine and Cyrion’s.” Darian lifted his eyes, sorrow heavy in them. “If your lineage is revealed, they will force your hand. A marriage to unite the kingdoms. To bind bloodlines in fire and shadow.” Her pulse thundered. Marriage? Her fate sealed not by choice but by chains of blood? And Kaelen—what then of Kaelen?

“But everything we shared was real, Lila. I never faked that. Never.” She nodded, silently encouraging me to continue. “In Aruyios, my home, I’m not just some guy with a complicated past. I’m… the son of the King and Queen.” Her brows shot up. “Tobias Rostov…” “I’m the Crown Prince.” She went quiet, and I let the silence settle over us like snow. “I didn’t run because I didn’t want the throne. I ran because they wanted to arrange my marriage, to solidify alliances. But I asked for one year to find my mate. To find you.”

Thankfully, the meeting was relatively normal, with her threatening Sary that if she ever lost her manners again, she’d wish for her life had ended the day she was strangled. “That’ll be all, girls. You can leave,” she said as we turned to file out. “Except Cassisa… is it?” Clenching my fists in dread, I walked to her and bowed. “Cassia, ma’am,” I muttered, eyes downcast. “Hmm. I hear some… funny rumors about you and His Royal Majesty. Something about you being his bed warmer for the season.” I shook my head frantically. “They’re all lies, Head Matron. We—”