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Closed the door behind her. Silence filled the space. For the first time since everything started… She was alone. Thalia sat on the edge of the bed. Her hands resting on her lap. Her mind replayed everything. The fight. Kael. The elders. The vision. That girl. Her. “…This is crazy,” she whispered. No one answered. She lay back slowly. Staring at the ceiling. Her chest rose and fell. Slower now. But her mind didn’t rest. Because deep down… She knew something. This was just the beginning. And whatever she was becoming… It wasn’t something small.

"I told you I don't believe in prophecies. Not unless they come from the Moon Goddess herself." Flinging the door open that separates our rooms, I march over to my bed and lift up the mattress. I pull out the book of prophecies that my father stole from the Fae. Storming back into Natalia's room I toss the book at her feet. "Open it," I command. Natalia bends down and gently picks up the tattered book that is laying at her feet. Without paying attention she opens the book to the center and looks down at the symbols with a worried look on her face. "Read it," I tell her.

A nurse leaned close and said softly, "Mrs. Ziegler, you should try to sleep. Mr. Ziegler may be tied up for a while yet." Thalia nodded, stretching out a hand. "Bring me 'The Little Prince'." The nurse handed it to her. She tried to turn the pages but doubled over with a fit of coughing. She pressed the thick book against her thin chest and told the nurse to go rest. The nurse hesitated, worried, but Thalia assured her she felt all right tonight. Once the nurse left, Thalia read a few pages. Later, she pushed the covers back and slowly made her way to the vanity. Just a few steps left her gasping for air.

Fiorella had stood firmly by my side when I hit rock bottom, and I would never abandon her. I looked down at my phone, finally reading her rapid-fire text messages. “Zlata, hello! Thalia is heading to the palace today. Is there any way you can meet her and plead her case to the Queen?” “Hello? Are you there? Will you help her?” “Why aren't you answering my calls? Is everything alright?” I let out a heavy huff. It looked like Fiorella had also fallen completely under Thalia’s toxic spell. It wasn't a surprise; Thalia had always put on a stellar performance whenever she chose to play the martyr.

Our kisses provided the strong bond that we have for each other, I gave him my promise that I will stand by his side as his Luna Queen to love and support him in every decision he makes. “Thank you for being here my love, I love you so much with all my life.” I smiled hearing the familiar words that he always says during our lovemaking. “And I love you too, my Alpha King, always and forever.” ************* Thank you all for reading.... Please give me a chance to introduce my next book featuring the daughter of Alpha Zero in the title “My Love From The North” Soon to publish here in Good novel. Jengreyy

Chapter 29 – The Guardian Who Forgot The Heart of the Moon glowed brighter. Once. Twice. Then again. With every pulse of silver light, the ground beneath Mooncrest trembled. Lia couldn't move. She could barely breathe. Elena's words echoed inside her head. "You were there." Beside the ancient king. The man standing before them. The first Alpha. The first king. Whatever he truly was. Lia stared at him. "No." Her voice came out weak.

“And you brought a guest! Hi, you must be Amara.” Amara smiled, slightly taken aback by the sudden energy but feeling welcomed by their enthusiasm. “Hi,” she said, laughing softly. “You must be Aldrick’s sisters.” The blonde one released Aldrick and turned her bright eyes to Amara. “I’m Alara, and this is my younger sister, Ayla. We’ve heard so much about you. We weren’t sure if you were real or just some figment of Aldrick’s imagination,” Ayla teased, her grin widening as she gave Amara a playful wink.

Her sharp, dark eyes scanned the ruined chamber with an analytical, calculating intensity before she came to a halt at the base of the dais. "Alpha. Luna," the woman said, bowing her head just deeply enough to satisfy protocol without appearing broken. "I am Archivist Thalia. I oversee the High Council's forbidden records room." Silas didn't move from his position on the steps, his arm remaining anchored possessively around my waist. "If you are here to plead for the lives of the remaining elders, you are wasting your breath." "The elders were fools who deserved to be fed to your wolves," Thalia replied smoothly, her voice completely devoid of fear. "They believed their own propaganda about

Isadora has to choose between saving her family and protecting the Duke she’s come to care for, between the world she was born into and the one she’s beginning to understand. No — that was Version 2.9, written during a month when she’d been reading too many spy novels, when she thought every character needed a secret agenda. In Version 4.1, Thalia is loyal to Caelen above all else — he saved her from the burning village of Oakhaven, pulled her from the flames when her own family left her to die. She serves him not out of duty, but out of devotion, and would kill anyone who tried to harm him or the woman he’s chosen.

He wanted to make sure Thalia trusted him again and that was my opening. So I let him discover enough pieces to come after me himself. Then when Thalia questioned me, I could tell her exactly what she needed to hear. That I was protecting her. Not hiding things from her. Even if both were technically true. With time, I would tell her the truth. But not just now. “I want to see the book,” Thalia said suddenly. Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts immediately. Ragnar tossed it toward her without hesitation and she caught it quickly before sitting back down on the bed.