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Until now. And the stunt with the water and wine? Calculated. He was sure of it. A distraction, a deflection. She was hiding something. His grip tightened on the glass. Alexander was always the favourite, the golden boy. Now he was trying to cement his status with this...this imposter. Not on Nathan's watch. Nathan sank into his chair, mind racing. There was more to this than just some social-displaying girlfriend. No, Isabella Taylor reeked of secrets. Secrets that could unravel everything he had worked for.

Rosa piped up then, "Don, doesn't my word mean anything?" Sebastian, who usually spoiled Rosa rotten, shot her a look that could freeze lava, signaling her to zip it. He then signaled to a bodyguard, who brought over a check for $100,000. With a smile that did not quite reach his eyes, Sebastian handed me the check, making a promise. "Elena, you may have stepped away from the family business, but your dedication hasn't gone unnoticed. You'll get what's rightfully yours, just give me a little time."

The chandelier above swung violently, though no wind stirred. The air grew heavy—thick with something old. A magic that wasn’t mine. A presence that filled the room like black smoke. Alika’s body lifted slightly off the settee, her hair rising as if underwater. Her lips moved— But it was Morrigan’s voice that came out. > “The vessel breaks, the bride awakens. This time, the throne shall not remain empty.” “No,” I said firmly, stepping forward. “She is not your throne.” I grabbed the silver blade again and slashed my palm, fresh blood spilling.

The other six chairs surrounding it were already occupied. "Alpha Ciaran," said a dry, feminine voice. It was Amyra, the vampire queen. Her cold and calculating red eyes locked onto mine with amusement. "Countess Amyra." I bowed my head slightly, taking a seat at the table. Across from me, Zolaiah grunted in acknowledgement. The ogre king didn’t like formalities. His tusks jutted out from chapped lips, and his enormous bulk made his chair creak under him. "Let us begin," Rune Elarion, Princess Regent of the Bleeding Throne, said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

On the other side of the door, Lady Morgan was pleading with the man, knowing full well that nothing could be done to stop them. "The kingdom doesn't have the time to be without its queen. Katherina Daventin is the sole successor to the throne." The man said firmly, trying not to alarm the lady even more. Katherine stepped back in surprise after hearing her name. She quickly went back to her room and changed out of her nightgown before making her way to the maid's quarters to look for Eleanor. To her surprise, she couldn't find the person she was looking for. She passed by some of the maids that were holding fresh sheets in the hands.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

I stood my ground while holding the sword with a tight grip. We were led into the main throne room, just to find it empty. Half of the property in the throne room, like my father's golden statue and his fathers too, were not there. My mother's picture and the family portrait, which were engraved on a metal plate behind the throne, weren’t there; instead, there was a glass seat that elongated to that rooftop like a flowing waterfall. It was made of the most expensive glass, the throne room looked like another universe,it was different from the stench outside the pack, the floor was made of mables, and the chairs that were carved were made of glass and coated with very lush pillows.

Jolie POV The window glass bites cold against my cheek as I crouch beneath Dad's office window. Rain spatters the pane above my head, but I don't move. "Twenty thousand and mining rights to the eastern territory." Gio's voice drifts through the crack. "She's weak, but she's pure Nightshade bloodline. Thorne can do whatever he wants with her." My heart stops beating as the words slam into me like a punch, knocking the breath from my lungs.