Tell Me Tomorrow Throne Of Glass นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I nodded and I saw the way their eyes glistened with hope. "If that's the emergency that you've brought forth before me: that means I have to go back to my room and take a short nap since it's still early in the morning. The matter has already been tended to by me and before a week time, you'll have your Luna."I chortled, and they all laughed. I stepped down from the small temple of my throne and briskly walked to the door. "Till then, elders."They all bowed their heads as I acknowledged them. Walking back to my room, I decided to place a call to Elena. Or maybe... I decided to try mindlinking her.

"Tomorrow is going to be perfect. You've worked too hard for it not to be." I nodded and followed him downstairs, acutely aware that he was watching me, studying my every move, looking for signs that I was hiding something. Which I was. But he didn't need to know that. Not yet. Tomorrow, everything would be different. Tomorrow, he would find out that the woman he had taken and claimed as his own was actually an heiress. That she was powerful in ways he had never even imagined. That she had been planning this the entire time. And I didn’t know how he was going to react or how I was going to face him after that.

"They need a real Queen. Someone stunning. Someone with elite education and perfect pack pedigree. When they see you, they will toss that pathetic human straight into the streets. You are going to rule this pack, Clara." "Well, when you put it like that," she laughed lightly, clearly enjoying the idea. "I suppose I should wear the red dress you bought me." "Wear the red one," he agreed. "Get some sleep on the flight. I will see you tomorrow." Hanging up the phone, Thorne tossed it onto the seat next to him. He felt incredibly smug. While the rest of the council was panicking over dead guards and old women's prophecies, he was quietly positioning his own bloodline for the throne.

“I’m right here.” I pulled my hand away before he could touch me. “I, Elara Thorne,” I began. The name Thorne hit the crowd like a physical blow. I heard gasps everywhere. Rowan went pale, his jaw dropping. “Elara Thorne?” Aiden whispered, confused. “What are you talking about?” I ignored him and continued, my voice growing stronger. “Rightful heir of the Nightshade Pack and daughter of the true King, hereby reject Aiden Blackwood as my fated mate.”

The silver collar at her throat felt light, integrated into the warmth of their shared skin. "Julian," she murmured, her voice a soft, satisfied rasp. "Yeah, sweetheart?" "What happens tomorrow?" Julian sat up slowly, pulling the heavy blanket around both of them as he looked out at the sunrise. The orange glow reflected in his sapphire eyes, turning the blue to a brilliant, terrifying violet. "Tomorrow, we go back to the top floor," Julian murmured, his hand tracing the line of her jaw. "The suits are waiting. The board is waiting. But they’re about to learn that the Billionaire has a Queen—and the Vultures are finally, officially, home."

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

The moon climbs higher, silver and sharp. Tomorrow, we march. Tomorrow, the hunt begins. And this time, the enemy will learn the truth the hard way— You do not come for what belongs to Alpha Selene Blackthorn. You do not survive it.

“I told them that I’d take back what’s mine.” He reached for the hollow of my throat “He hasn’t marked you yet? Perfect. I’ll give you a real one.” His pupils were blown, euphoric. “And when the moon rises tomorrow, the throne will have its new king. Don’t you want to be on the winning side, my love?” Love? “Get your hands off me!” I screamed in protest. Where are Adrian’s men? Why aren’t they bursting in through the door? I wanted drama. But not this.

Heat swelled in my chest, and I lowered my gaze, hiding the tears in my eyes. Then he set down his goblet with surprising steadiness. “Tomorrow night,” he said, his voice carrying with newfound strength, “under the blood moon, I will crown you Luna.” The words rang like a bell across the table. Darren froze, his goblet slipping slightly in his grip. His eyes flashed, wide and hungry, before he caught himself, painting on a strained smile. Elara’s lashes lowered, and though her lips curved politely, I caught the flicker of unease in her gaze.