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Nathan stared at Kim, mentally wishing he would not say anything that would hinder him from being able to get to Tyler after he got the report. “...to announce that the succession plan has been put on hold,” Kim finished. There was a shocked look on Peter’s face, while Clara, who looked utterly confused for a minute, smiled broadly as she realized this gave her more time. “Father? What is this about?” Peter asked. Nathan stood there, his face neutral and unreadable as he sighed deeply. This gave him more time to uncover all of Tyler’s atrocities and get him disqualified by his grandfather.

“And you’re the last legitimate bloodline standing.” Cameron went very still. “I don’t want Blackridge.” he said. “That doesn’t matter.” Kieran replied. “The law is clear.” My pulse thundered in my ears. Rowan spoke then, voice low, carrying the weight of centuries. “If Alaric is declared unfit or dies - succession passes to the next viable Alpha.” Cameron’s hands curled into fists. “There are councils. Proxies.” “Not for this brother.” Damon said. “Not after what he’s done.”

“You’re enjoying this.” “I’m living in the reality of all this,” he shot back. “And so should you.” The banter had gone back and forth. Him poking, me snapping and growling, for a moment I was surprised that I had not attacked him. But his last words stuck with me. The next successor must be strong. Not drunk. Not broken. not chasing a woman who probably hates him now. I remembered getting away from him. Before I spill blood. Somewhere along the line, I found myself on the mansion's balcony… alone. Or maybe not. I wasn’t sure anymore.

Because my mind was already turning over the implications. If my father’s first union had ties to Black Talon… then maybe Korr’s obsession with me had never been about territory. Maybe this had started long before I was born. Maybe I wasn’t the first target. And if that was true… Then someone had been shaping bloodlines for generations. "Succession stalled while the council debated." I kept reading, horror building with every line. "And during that delay, my father challenged Ashwood's chosen male heir." I stopped. "The heir died. My father became Alpha."

"That is not acceptable to me." "Then you'll have to make it acceptable," Kael said, "because she's not going to die." His father moved away from the window. Crossed to his desk, opened a drawer, removed a document that he set on the desk's surface without opening it. "There is a succession clause," he said. "It exists in the original founding documents—the ones I have, the ones that weren't destroyed. A provision for removing an heir who is—deemed unfit. Whose bond or allegiance to the crown is compromised." He put his hand flat on the document. "If you refuse this, I activate the clause. Your brother takes the succession."

Nora picked up the folded paper. She didn't open it. She held it. "You want the throne," she said. "Yes." "And you want me to trust you." "Yes." "Those two things are going to conflict at some point." "Probably," he said. "When they do, I'll tell you." He held her gaze without wavering. "I want the throne through legitimate succession. If Caspian fulfills the anchor requirement and succeeds, the succession is his by right and I'll accept that." He paused. "What I won't accept is the succession being built on an arrangement that's being managed dishonestly. But then. if the anchor is being kept in the dark about the terms of her own arrangement

"Your brother is dead, a long time ago. You are the king of this Pack, and that's final. Your children will be next in line for the throne, not your brother's son." Susan, who had been observing the conversation, was taken aback by her mother-in-law's words. It was clear that the topic of succession was a sensitive issue for Giovanni and his family. Susan's voice trembled with shock as she reacted to Grace's statement. "What?" she asked, her eyes widening in disbelief. She turned to her mother-in-law, Grace, who maintained a steady gaze upon Giovanni, as if contemplating her words before responding.

“Phase three.” Origin hesitated. Just a flicker. As if considering disobedience. Then the interface cracked open. PROJECT ECLIPSE. A single line of text sat beneath the header. If dual administrators fail to achieve consensus, succession protocol initiates. Mason swallowed. “Succession.” Ariana felt cold clarity settle in her bones. “We’re not meant to keep it,” she said quietly. Her father stared at her. “What?” “We’re a test run.” The realization rippled through the room.

Daniel looked sharply toward him. “How do we stop it?” The Founder stayed silent for too long. Then quietly— “You can’t.” Daniel’s rage returned instantly. “There’s always a way.” The Founder looked almost tired suddenly. “You still believe this is a story where everyone survives.” The brutal honesty behind the words chilled the chamber. Amara pulled away slightly from Daniel, breathing uneven. “What happens when it finishes?” Nobody answered immediately. Then Adrian finally spoke. “The system transfers succession authority.” Victor frowned. “Still using fancy words. Say it properly.”

Dad says before he guides him out of the office. “Dallas, what are their succession rules?” Dad asks after he has closed the door, because we all know she has that information. “We already know that Luke took over from his Father, he has a Mate and even a child. If my calculations are correct, then that child was conceived during the time that Joshilyn and Luke were trying to form a bond.” Dallas answers. Dad gives her an annoyed look, because she told him exactly nothing, nada, zilch.