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The screams, oh gods, the screams echoed faintly from the city beyond the walls in fragmented bursts, and piercing wails of terror that cut through the silence and then died too abruptly, swallowed by the dark. I wanted to run. To flee into the palace's endless corridors, find a corner, curl small, and shut my eyes until the world remembered itself. But my legs refused to obey. I shook my head furiously. "No... no, that's not possible. They wouldn't-" Yuren's laugh cut through me. It carried no joy or warmth. "They would." His voice was low, stripped of its usual playfulness. His shadow, stretched monstrously long by the eclipse, trembled against the stone floor. "And not just here." He step

He looks like war and temptation decided to make a child together. But it’s his eyes that stop me cold. Goddess, his sharp eyes are violet, burning with authority. There’s only one bloodline in existence with that color. The Royal Lycans. Nikola’s voice trembles inside me. “Mate.” For the first time in the past four years I've been a rogue, I don’t know what the hell to say. The word knocks the air from my lungs. For the first time in four years of running, I can’t think. I can’t breathe.

he said carefully, "Nora carries a Lycan breed bloodline, a very strong one, and her body is responding to the trauma in ways specific to that bloodline." Marcus stepped forward quietly and said "I already knew that." I looked at him. "Because I am a Lycan breed myself," he said, "and she got it from me." I stood there and looked at that closed door behind which Nora was lying unconscious and I did not say anything for a long moment because honestly I did not know what to say. Everything just kept getting more and more complicated and I did not even know where to start with any of it anymore.

Silver energy coated her attacks, making every strike devastating. Enemy after enemy fell before her. She moved through the battlefield like moonlight itself. Beautiful. Deadly. Unstoppable. The enemy began to break. Fear spread through their ranks. Whispers carried across the battlefield. "The True Queen." "The Moon Goddess's heir." "The Lycan King." For the first time, Corey's soldiers understood exactly who they were fighting. And the battle had only just begun. Aurora's POV

Lira appeared from the shadows, cloak trailing softly behind her. “You’re losing control of your story,” she said. Nora didn’t look back. “I didn’t know it was yours to narrate.” Lira smiled faintly. “I’m just saying — every queen becomes her own legend. The question is whether you’ll end up the hero… or the warning.” Nora turned then, eyes sharp. “And which are you?” “Both,” Lira said, stepping closer. “You think the Council’s message is just about you? They’re scared, Nora. You’re changing the order — rogues rising, packs defecting. But fear makes people desperate. You’re about to see how far they’ll go.”

Refusing to cower and break eye contact, I stood my ground. "Here's news for you, Nathan. I don't fear you. You don't own me. Want to know why?" I said. "How dare you," he spat. Seeing him so frustrated and angered made me feel powerful. It made me feel like I was in control. "My name is Raven, and I am the queen of Lycans. I am no longer a slave, I am a queen. Do not touch what belongs to me. If you do, you're going to get burned." I hissed and pivoted on my heels. Without pausing to look at him, I retreated to my room, shutting the door behind me when I walked in.

The heavy drapes billowed gently as if caught in an unseen breeze, while the scent of aged books and dried lavender permeated the air. As I returned my gaze to the mirror, a steely determination reflected in my eyes. The impending battle with Nabita would be waged not only with fangs and claws but with cunning and strategy. I knew the depths of her deceit and the lengths to which she would go to achieve her sinister goals. But I was ready to meet her head-on, to protect my people and claim my rightful place as the Lycan Queen.

I remarked, rising from my seat and circling the table to stand before Alpha Killian, my gaze locking on him. Fear flickered in his eyes, swiftly masked by false confidence. Intriguing. “Have you ever heard of the Lycan King?” I inquired, my tone low and measured. “And what's your name?” “They don't exist; it's folklore. I'm Alpha Killian,” he retorted, meeting my gaze head-on.