Novel & Cerita The Crown's Entrapment

And I, Aurora Vance, daughter of the Alpha Prime and heir to the throne of the North, had never been more certain of anything in my life. Some wolves spend their whole lives chasing someone who will never see them. I stopped chasing. And I found everything I had been looking for. THE END

“Do you believe this is simple loyalty? You do not comprehend the forces at play. The Veil… they provide stability. The crown… it will destroy everything if misused.” Aera shook her head, the crown’s glow intensifying as if emphasising her resolve. “The crown does not destroy—it chooses. And it has chosen me. Your justifications will not absolve you of your actions.” Corvin made a desperate move, lunging for a concealed dagger. Kael intercepted him, steel clashing with steel. Liora raised a barrier that flared around the room, forcing Corvin back. Aera extended her hand, the crown pulsing outward. Corvin was lifted, suspended by invisible energy, unable to resist.

And as far as I can see they all look the same age. “What do you mean by that?!” Hamstell. Kenrick sighed. “The Crown Prince will need his Marionette once he grows up. And only the daughter of the Dukes and Duchesses is chosen to be his Marionette. He will need this child. So better to take good care of her…” “Right. It’s better to keep this child alive.” Said Parker. I stared at him and let out a wide cutie smile. “She’s cute…” The guy standing beside the door smirked. Gah. I think my face is heating up. I’m so happy! He took my charms so easily!

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

Without it, the new Alpha’s ceremony could not proceed. And our pack had every intention of securing it. "Starting bid, ten million." I raised my paddle. "Fifteen million." "Fifteen million from seat number two." The auctioneer had barely finished when a sharp voice called from the back of the hall. "Twenty million!" Everyone turned. Chloe swept in through the back doors, wearing a glittering gold dress. A priceless diamond necklace adorned her neck, obviously a gift from Isaac. "Thirty million!" She raised her paddle again, her voice loud enough for the entire hall to hear.

“I want you honest.” She turned to Vow again. “And what happens if the Crown lies?” There was a beat of silence. Then—for the first and last time—Triarch Vow spoke. “If the Crown lies,” the voice rasped through the hood, genderless and sharp as glass, “then the city burns.” Later, in a room without screens, without files, without exits—he handed her a coat. Black. Fitted. Cut like armor. “You’re inside now,” Domenik said. “You dress like it.”

The crown isn’t just settling now. It’s waking up.

Elijah said, sounding almost desperate. "I had thought there was another way. I wanted to believe there was, and thought and thought about it even up until this moment." Maren said, her voice thin, "But I can see what you don't see. There is a tether running through the crown that binds the people that have been taken. If we try to take them, and not take the crown, whatever curse has them bound will come undone, and these people might drown. Or worse." Or worse? I wondered, as I looked back to the crown, rage burning hot and cold inside my chest. This wasn't a bargain, it was a trap, one that was well put together. A demand that had once been cloaked like a choice.