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“But why are they searching for me… I did nothing to them.” Ophelia paused, then said quietly, “You are the heir. You’re the Alpha of Nightshade.” The word hit harder than anything else. Is he an heir? He felt it… something curled in his chest. Something unfamiliar. His fingers twitched as he shook his head slightly.

I say, seeing which papers that idiot was looking at. "I'm not a peeper". Speaks sitting in the chair facing my desk. "I just don't understand why you feel so much hatred for him". "Don't you understand?" I ask louder, not believing what I had just heard. "You are the daughter and heiress of businessmen, fairy tales don't exist for any of us". She answers seriously. "You should be happy because he's young, he's hot, and you have an overwhelming chemistry. I'm still recovering from what I saw". She says, shaking herself with a smile.

Isabella stood by the pool, watching him go, her heart aching. The will reading was held in the library. Isabella sat beside Sebastian, Lucas, and Lily in her lap, her mind still reeling from her conversation with Damien. The lawyer read from a document, his voice droning, the words blurring together. Sebastian inherited the estate. Damien inherited the company. Isabella inherited a trust fund she hadn't expected. "Grandfather wanted to take care of you," Sebastian said, as they walked back to the car. "He didn't even know me."

Prominently highlighted was Article VII, Clause Delta. The figure continued, "However the Council is not without… leniency. A path to redemption exists. You have one week, Alexander Sterling, to fix this breach. You will present yourself before the Council.. You will bring the true heir. The one who can uphold the covenant. The child of the Sterling bloodline. Ready to serve." The woman with the gavel brought it down with a thud. Alexander stared at the screen horrified. The true heir. They didn’t just want his company; they wanted Leo. His son, who was currently undergoing tests for a heart condition was now a pawn in a generations-old game.

"You didn't think I'd figured that out?" She tilted her head, the stars in her eyes doing something entirely unreasonable to his composure. "Rosie is the only Hartwell heir. Your mother has had her entirely to herself since she arrived. She adores her. The idea that bringing Rosie to live with us every other week just happened, without someone pushing for it, without someone sitting across from your mother and making a case" She shook her head. "Please. I know what that arrangement cost you to negotiate."

Nun ordered the servants. "Okay, Nu!" Ting! The elevator door opened. Gabrielle stepped outside, untying the tie around her neck. He stopped in front of the bedroom door and looked behind him. "Have you got any information about Elea?" Gabrielle asked seriously. Ares nodded. "Yes, Young Master, and everything he said is true. Miss Elea is an orphan. She has lived in an orphanage since she was a baby. Unfortunately, our subordinates have not been able to obtain any information regarding Miss Elea's biological parents, Young Master."

The second I saw the worn leather cover, I stopped pacing. “The Chronicle.” Relief washed through me. Finally. They were looking in the right place. Grandmama always said every search had to begin with the Chronicle. Not end there. But… Begin there. I watched Helen carefully turn another page. She found something. I could tell by the look on her face. Everyone gathered around her. Then she started reading. “With the conception of an heir…” My heart pounded. I hadn’t heard those words in years. “the curse must choose its path…” I quietly spoke the remaining words with her. “to strengthen…” Helen paused. “or to weaken.”

The pull inside my chest had intensified, no longer vague, no longer distant. He was not just watching. He was preparing. And worse than that, I knew with chilling certainty— He knew exactly who I was. The forest shifted softly around us, indifferent to the weight settling in my chest. The path ahead had changed, even if the destination had not. This was no longer about Rowan’s remnants. This was about inheritance. And somewhere beyond the trees, the Heir was laying claim. Not with war. But with patience.

The cool satisfaction of a man who believes everything is proceeding exactly as planned. I raised my glass in return, my smile flawless. I hope you can still smile like this, Dominic. Three days from now. When your heir is gone— and you finally understand what it cost you to underestimate me.

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”