The Crown Epilogue Kiera Cass Read Online Novels & Stories

So why was my chest filling with something that felt dangerously close to hope? "Forgive me, Your Majesty, but... she is a disgraced omega. Why would the crown want her?" The King looked down at me, kneeling in the dirt with my wrist bleeding where the iron had scraped it, and when he answered, his voice was loud enough for all to hear. "Because she is my mate."

My twin sister Celeste and I shared the same face, but little else. She believed in forgiveness. I believed anyone who hurt her should pay. Three years ago, Celeste was set to marry Adrien, Crown Prince of Valeria. But an old succession law forbade identical twins from both retaining legal identities once one entered the royal bloodline. So I chose my sister. My parents staged my death, erased Cassandra Montclair from public records, and promised to protect Celeste after I disappeared. I left her my fortune and the Crescent Guard, then vanished to the northern border. I believed my death had bought her safety. Then our dormant twin bond suddenly returned—and pain told me Celeste was being to

One of the maids at the door announced my presence, and I was let in. Inside, Queen Camille sat on her bed, staring at me sharply enough to strip skin from bone. Lady Kay stood beside her. "I was told you're having stomach pain." I set the small decorated box on the table between us. "It contains herbal remedies." "Thank you," she said. Her expression made it clear she meant the opposite. I stood a moment longer, then turned to leave. "You'd better not try anything," she said behind me. "And don't stand in Knight's way — not unless you want to end up like your mother."

Hallow stepped forward, bearing a plush, crimson velvet cushion holding twin sovereign coronets—crafted of dark, forged dragon-steel intertwined with polished silver starlight-iron. Cassian reached out, taking the slender, radiant silver crown. He turned to Kira, his gaze burning with intense pride and devotion, and placed it gently upon her luminous, starlight-woven hair. Kira reached up, her fingers light and precise, setting the heavier dragon-steel crown upon Cassian’s brow. Together, they turned as one to face the assembly as co-sovereigns, officially uniting the Eastern Citadel and the Northern Royal territories under a single, invincible realm.

“Vivian is a princess of royal descent. This girl is of unknown origin. You must know that no noble family would accept her kind as queen.” “I accept Leanna as queen of the North,” Erik interjects, raising a brow at him. “I believe she is well suited for the role. In fact, not only will my kingdom recognize Queen Leanna, we will also support Crown Prince Finn’s claim to the throne. The boy has grown up within my kingdom and in my palace. He is beloved by us all.” Vivian’s uncle’s expression turns ashen. “You cannot do this, King Erik. This is a deeply personal matter—”

“You always cared, Luca. You just forgot how to admit it.” He reached for her hand, kissing it. “Then remind me.” For a fleeting moment, it was just them — two souls lost in the ashes of what they built. But the crown pulsed again, and the warmth between them turned cold. Cassian’s Discovery Hours later, Cassian returned from the archives with an ancient record. The hologram showed the last known bearer of the crown — Queen Aelira of the First Bloodline. She’d ended her reign not with war — but by tearing her own heart from her body to seal the crown’s hunger.

“Today, we crown Noah Blackwood as Alpha of the Kingsley Pack, mate to Luna Amy, father to the future heir—” The words slice through me. I sway on my feet. Cassandra’s arm slides around my waist, steadying me, but tears blur my vision anyway. This can’t be how it ends. Not after everything Liam and I survived. Not after the island, the rejection, the fights, the love we finally found. The elder lowers the crown toward Noah’s head. The massive wooden doors at the back of the hall suddenly slam open with a deafening crack. The sound reverberates through the entire chamber, silencing everyone instantly.

I laughed and walked away. Cecilia was extremely furious. Since she enjoyed being pretentious, I would be as nasty as possible. We passed by a room and suddenly heard Mary’s voice. “We have to get that crown. You need to prevent what happened earlier from happening again.” “Cassia doesn’t like accessories.” “This is different. That crown is the only one like it in the entire world. Cassia’s pregnant with our family’s first grandchild now. This is our gift to her.” I overheard them and quickly walked away. I did not like to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv