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"Julian. Nadia. Come in." They walked up to the foot of the bed. Nadia stood with her arms at her sides and her expression carefully neutral. Julian had his arms crossed. The slight frown on his face meant he already knew what was coming and had already decided how he felt about it. "I have been thinking carefully about succession,” my father started. "No," Julian and I said immediately. “Amelia is right. You can’t give up,” Julian added. "I have not finished."

“And what will you do?” He exhaled slowly. “I will not step back.” She nodded once. “Good.” Outside, Milan slept. Inside, reputations recalibrate. d. Succession was no longer architectural. It was personal. No clause could absorb it. No override could neutralise it. Only conduct. Only consistency. Only endurance. Her phone vibrated one final time before dawn. Unknown number. Two words this time: Prove it. She looked at Alessandro. “They want proof,” she said softly.

– the voice on the other end says, then hangs up. “My dear father or grandfather doesn’t know what awaits him. That Idiot Typhon doesn't even know who I am. Seducing my nephew... cousin... I don't care who he is; it was the best move ever. The idiot is so moldable. He will be easily killed when he sits on the throne, and I will be regent until my son is old enough to rule... and that will be never. I will be the only one in the line of succession. Typhon thinks he's my son's father. Like I was going to let a "Blood" get me pregnant. I don’t know who my son's father is; the important thing is that I am his mother, and he will be exactly what I want him to be.”

“Now, think about it, Nolan. If Meera and Alpha Zayn get married, they are both still young and powerful enough to conceive. They will have a child. And when that happens...” I paused, letting the heavy implication hang in the dead air between us, watching the gears turn in his head before I delivered the crushing blow. “Who do you honestly think the pack will see as the perfect successor? A child born of pure bloodline, carrying the combined legacy of both the Blackridge and Trifang packs? Meera is ruthless. She won’t just raise an heir — she’ll manufacture the perfect successor.” ​A suffocating silence descended upon the room. I watched the color drain from Nolan’s face as my words sank in

“A mixed royal child changes that. It creates a successor. A throne worth claiming.” A pause. “They will not move out of principle, Ariadne. They will move for power. To control the succession… or destroy it, if they cannot.” I wrote everything. Vared the preacher. Morrigane the oath-bound. Thane the strategist. When she finally fell silent, the room had shifted into the dim grey of afternoon. The air felt heavier, thick with the weight of everything she’d laid out. I looked down at the ledger in my lap. And there it was.

"And now we've left." "Now," he says, "we can just sit here." I laugh, genuinely, and something in his expression shifts, softens at the edges in a way he doesn't seem to notice he's doing. He reaches across the desk and turns the open textbook toward himself, running a thumb down the page. "The succession issue is worth paying attention to," he says. "It'll affect everything. The alignment of the first seat determines the political gravity of the entire order for the next generation." "Lilith Nox won't make it."

“I personally think she owns someone on the council. They’re the ones who voted against kicking her out.” “She’s going to make a play for the king, that’s for sure.” Ryan brings over plates for Hannah and himself. “But she’s not the reason he’s here. That was another council decision.” “That was also bought?” I ask. Hannah shakes her head and swallows a bite of risotto. “No, he’s legitimately in the line of succession. He’s Victor’s father’s second cousin. Something like that.”

I couldn't control it, and what I had seen back there kept replaying in my head over and over again because I just couldn't believe it. This was Ethan. He was the guy who loved me so much and promised me the earth when we were younger. Ethan and I had been dating for more than 5 years now, but I couldn't believe it. Suddenly, I averted my gaze to her. Mia. She was standing behind him with a duvet covering her nakedness. I despised the sight of this so much more. She smirked at me, making me understand that she had wanted this all this time. She had always wanted what was mine.

she said. I did not react outwardly. “You are mistaken.” “You feel it,” the woman continued. “The silence.” I glanced at Daniel. He was already signaling for a trace. “You are wasting time,” I said. “State your purpose.” The woman gave a soft laugh. “You think this is about your father,” she said. “It is not.” My pulse quickened despite my control. “Then explain,” I replied. “It is about succession,” she said. The word landed sharply. “What do you mean?” I asked.

Eventually Richmond leaned back in his chair and changed direction. “Speaking of succession,” he said mildly, “the arrangement with Crescent Falls. The girl has arrived?” “Yes.” “And you’re satisfied with the selection?” “The process was thorough.” “Of course.” His smile widened. “It’s simply… unconventional. Your father’s approach to succession was more traditional.” I held his gaze. “My father’s wife couldn’t bear children. He took a lover to produce heirs. I fail to see how this situation differs.” “Oh, it doesn’t differ,” Richmond agreed quickly. Too quickly. “One simply wonders whether the Oracle’s choice—”