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Today, they took this walk together, and to her, the thrones awaiting them at the end were not half as important as the man next to her. Yes, the thrones. Once different like day and night, one black, one gold, they were now a matching pair. Nathaniel had made himself clear in this regard: Katherine's throne had to be just as big as his own and of similar form. Yet the craftsman had taken his freedom on the material, surprising everyone. Beside the obsidian throne with the sharp black icicles on top, stood a throne out of glass. Minuscle diamonds, inlaid in the lean, fractured the sunlight that shone through the windows on the left and filled the whole, formerly dark hall with sparkles of li

His eyes, black as the aftermath of a star’s death, locked onto hers. “You saw the throne,” he murmured. “You felt what it wanted to make of you.” “Yes,” she whispered. “You felt what it wants to make of him.” Her breath fractured. “Kael-Draven isn’t stable,” he continued. “You felt it, didn’t you? The fractures. The contradictions. The places where their thoughts pull backward against each other.” She had. Deeply. Painfully. “The merge is unraveling,” Draven said. “And the throne is trying to choose a successor before the world collapses under its own rewritten weight.”

My mind reeled, and my body leaned closer without permission, betraying my every rational thought. He brushed a hand across my arm, sending sparks up my spine. “You can try to resist,” he said softly, voice dark, “but you’re already entangled.” I shivered, caught in the current of his words, his touch, the dangerous pull between us. My thoughts scattered, replaced by a singular awareness of him. A recognition of something thrilling and forbidden. “I shouldn’t…” I whispered, trying to reclaim some control, trying to deny what my body already knew. “But you will,” he interrupted, voice low, commanding, magnetic. “You’ll fall faster than you realize.”

Scarlett suddenly spoke. “My son will return to his position. I will not replace him because he is the only one who can sit on the throne. This was my father’s wish, the former chairman of the Knights. As for Bram and Robles' deaths, my family had nothing to do with it. It was their karma for stealing money from the Knights' foundation. They spread false information about my son and my clan.”

The language was old and precise and it circled the answer in three paragraphs before it said the name directly. Holt. Not Cole. Not the Winters line. Not any council family. Holt. The Lycan Chairman's bloodline, direct and unbroken for four generations. Mara set the page down on her kitchen table. She pressed her palms flat on either side of it. She breathed. The rejection had always felt wrong. Not emotionally wrong that would have made simple sense, grief explaining the persistent ache. Wrong in the way that a bone healed badly felt wrong, a fundamental misalignment that never quite resolved. She had attributed it to trauma. To the unfinished nature of a broken bond.

"My blood pressure just skyrocketed. What kind of insane family forces their daughter, who scored high, to apologize to a cousin who failed the exams?!" "What kind of manipulative witch is Naomi Gibson? She copied her cousin's work for three years, got exposed during the real exams, framed her cousin for hiding her admission ticket, and then claimed her cousin's exam score as her own? I'm actually speechless." "Stella got it the worst. Her whole family treated her like the villain, forced her to kneel and apologize, stole her celebration, and even told her not to wear makeup because they were afraid she'd outshine her cousin? I'm disgusted."

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

, he paused, taking a step closer to look the man in his eyes before continuing, "And you'll never be able to see us again. Never! Oh! and one more thing, you don't say anything about my brother." With that, he entered his rooms without turning back, closing the door softly, not wanting to wake Vantae. He caressed the younger's hair before he flew out of the window into the dead darkness of night. He never imagined that the darkness would be so peaceful with only the moon and him. Not actually paying attention, he didn't notice when he reached the border of Utopia, a beautiful garden again. The veiled wall separating his world from Abyss. Coming back to his feet, he sat down on the grass as

“This place is full of people you can’t trust. You can only trust me, at least for now. Not Damien. If he knows you’re not yet a wolf, he is going to fight to claim the throne and probably claim you are an Omega, and we don’t know that yet. If he decides to try and claim the throne, everything is against you. You don’t have any fight abilities, you’re not yet a full wolf—you’re going to lose. And you lose the throne along with it.” I nodded, understanding what he meant. But I thought to myself. Do I even want this throne? It seems like a deadly thing to fight for. Was I ready to fight for something so deep and important to these people? I just wanted to shut him out. I would think about it.

Luckily, we could understand their language. My best friend, Autumn Cox, was a modern-day thrill-seeking romance expert. Once she understood what the chieftain meant, she almost instantly chose a handsome and elegant serpent man. "What a piece of cake! What's there to be afraid of?" she whispered to me, clearly excited. This tribe was probably a paradise to her. She then glanced at the rest, and she said, "Lynn, you're soft by nature. Don't choose someone too attractive. It would be awful if another woman stole him. Those plain-looking ones seem nice."