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“News travels faster than runners out here.” She blinked, then poured a glass of water, sliding it toward me. “Depends what kind of news you want. Bounty news is free, but it’ll cost you to get the truth.” I forced a smile. “How much for the truth?” She snorted. “If I knew that, I wouldn’t be serving drinks. Thornridge put out a call last night. Rogue Sovereign, dangerous, and they’re offering immunity to anyone who brings her in. They say she’s the kind of trouble that makes packs forget who’s in charge.” Her eyes moved over me, more curious now. "You never know what Sovereigns can do. People say they have the old blood, the kind that can shake things up if they want it badly enough. Not ev

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The morning after their return to Milan, Riccardo called a closed council meeting. Only the most trusted were summoned—Marco, Isadora, Luca, and Camilla. The war room was sealed tight, surveillance blocked, phones confiscated. Whatever was about to be said, Riccardo wanted no echoes. “We have a name,” Riccardo said, his voice calm but ice-edged. “The Sovereign.” Luca raised an eyebrow. “Codename?” Camilla nodded. “Yes. But it’s more than that. It’s a title—used in encrypted messages connected to Valerio and Crane. Every trace we’ve followed leads back to this name.”

This is not the first time Marvel has said that to Farel; Marvel has said that before, but Farel has refused. Farel shook his head. It seems Marvel has failed to convince Farel yet again. "I stand by my stance, Mr. Marvel. I will find a life partner for me after I make sure your life is fine. As my late father used to tell Mr. Ryan," Farel said.

I tried to scream, but the ink rushed into my mouth, heavy as lead. I reached out blindly, my fingers brushing the rough wool of his tunic before he was swept away by a sudden, violent current of liquid history. The darkness was absolute, but it was a busy darkness, millions of voices whispered against my skin as I sank, the ghosts of every contract ever signed, every promise ever broken. “She’s a Sovereign,” they hissed. “A Queen with no country. A mother with no son.” “Ting.” The sound was dull, as if it were vibrating through a mile of mud.

The mirrored digital screen of the encrypted terminal completely suffocated the ruined master stateroom of the Sovereign's Ghost. UPLOADING: VALERIUS MEDICAL LEDGER. DESTINATION: GLOBAL SEC GLOBAL BROADCAST. The upload progress bar was flawlessly, terrifyingly ticking past eighty percent. The Archangel wasn't trying to steal her shadow wealth. He was trying to completely, publicly weaponize her absolute vulnerability. If Wall Street saw the certified bloodwork proving the Sovereign was pregnant, the corporate sharks would legally declare her biologically compromised, permanently ratifying Darius Thorne's hostile takeover.

Instead of dissolving the company or handing it to Apex, the sequence executed a hidden protocol I'd written three years earlier in the dark merging Archangel and Vance Enterprises into a dual-sovereign trust, fifty per cent under my name, fifty per cent y under Lachlan's, requiring both our signatures for any single action. Apex was locked out instantly. The hostile bid died in the water. Lachlan stared at the screen, then at me, a breathless laugh tearing out of him. "Co-sovereigns?" "Equal partners," I said, the first real smile I'd managed in four years touching my mouth. "Or nothing at all." Before he could pull me back into his arms, my tablet glitched. The green interface vanished, re

I don't call him on it, because it's true. I've seen him stay up more than once over a mess he couldn't stop thinking about. The guy can't let go of anything until it's fixed. Guess that's why we work together so well—I make messes, and he's got an obsessive need to clean them up. In the suite. In the pack. In life. Miles drops onto the stool across from me, tugging off his hoodie and tossing it aside. I pull out the design I sketched for him: a set of interlocking blades wrapped around the Sovereign crest.

"Is that you in there? Or is it just the 'Protocol' using your mouth?" I turned to him, and for a fleeting heartbeat, the "Obsidian-Violet" shimmer faded, revealing the scarred, human girl he had bought for ten billion dollars. "It's me, Dante. All of me. The scars from the Spires, the grit from the slums, and the girl Jago found in the tank. We aren't separate entities anymore. We’re the 'Sovereign.' And we’re about to finish the debt."

"Chase, are you really going to take action? I need to warn you that there are several martial lord powerhouses just here alone. You also need to take into account the Coopers' secret realm. There might be more powerful existences inside there." Lucas suddenly spoke up. "Sir, Let me ask you this. Is it true that a martial sovereign can't appear in this era?" Chase asked in his mind. "Even though spiritual energy has now increased, the fact remains the same. The most powerful cultivator this world can contain is a martial lord. The birth of a martial sovereign will cause this space to crumble and throw it into a turbulent flow." Lucas was silent for a moment before slowly explaining this. The