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I can't do it anymore! She then raised her waist, pulling my horny stick out. As if it's power had cut off, it's leaning back. "Prince...you won't leave me alone, right?" After she said it, she fell down, asleep. -=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=- So sorry for the delayed chapter I'm really sorry. With this the first volume concluded

“Watch everything. Trust no one. Not tonight.” The figure paused, hesitation in its step, then retreated into the fog. But the tension didn’t fade. My chest heaved, mind racing with fear and exhilaration. He turned to me, eyes smoldering. “You see? Even the past… even the lies… they follow us. But it doesn’t matter. Because fire… fire consumes all.” “Even me?” I whispered, voice trembling. “Even my heart, my mind… my everything?” “Yes,” he murmured, fingers brushing my cheek, pulling me closer. “Because once you surrender… fully… there’s no turning back. And you… you’ve already surrendered.”

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Please come to the hospital to handle his affairs. My phone hit the ground with a sharp crack. Suddenly, the world went silent. I could not take it anymore. A gush of blood spilled from my lips, and everything went black. I never noticed that the phone that had fallen to the floor suddenly flashed twice.

[The Queen’s Fleet] The throne of the Spire didn't feel like a seat of power; it felt like the cold, jagged teeth of a beast I had finally tamed. I leaned back, my fingers tracing the obsidian armrests as the "Sync" flooded my vision with a thousand tactical streams, each one representing a life I now owned. The girl who used to tremble in the cellar was gone, buried under the weight of a silver crown that hummed with the desire for war.

“What’s wrong, little Queen? Losing one already?” I reached along the thread with everything I had. Jax. Hold on. Please. The amber steadied—just. But I tasted blood in the back of my throat. His blood. He was bleeding out somewhere in the Spire’s veins. Thorne pulled his fingers free. I whimpered at the loss before I could stop myself. He chuckled darkly. “Pathetic. You’ll come on my cock while one of your mates dies. How fitting.” He spun me, shoved my chest to the wall. Cold stone kissed my breasts through the ripped silk. He kicked my feet apart, notched himself at my entrance—hot, thick, threatening.

The Song reached its ultimate crescendo—pure, unfiltered, infinite passion remaking reality itself in the image of love without shame. In the radiant, molten afterglow, the group lay together at the pinnacle. Vespera nestled between me and Silas, her body trembling with aftershocks, flushed and gloriously used. Draven held Sable close. Lorien and Wren rested entwined. Rook’s powerful arms sheltered them all. Vespera looked up at us with shining, blissed eyes. “Ninety chapters… and the inferno only grows hotter.” I smiled, kissing her cum-smeared lips. “And it will burn for eternity.”

⸻ “We’ll face it together.” ⸻ Ilyaan smiled. ❤️ ⸻ For the first time in many chapters… Neither prophecy nor fate decided anything. ⸻ They did. ⸻ 🌙 The Secret Behind The Throne The cracks spread further. 💥 The Throne continued breaking apart. ⸻ Then something fell from inside it. ⚡ A small object. A silver key. 🗝️ ⸻ The Father froze. ⸻ Nox froze. ⸻

LAST CHAPTER COMING UP!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING THIS FAR GUYS!! Chapter 172 - The Boundless King SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “The End Is Where We Begin” by Thousand Foot Krutch RHEA'S POV: ~~~ The air still hums with the ache of Lyss’s scream. The taste of blood, the scent of ash, and the jagged silence that follows heartbreak cling to us like a curse. I can feel it in the marrow of my bones... the weight of what’s broken, the silence where something sacred should be.

“I lived all the years you were too weak to remember. I paid your price! I was you!” “I know,” Elthara said softly. “And I’m sorry.” She stepped into the heart of the flame. The chamber began to spin. The throne dissolved. The Spiral itself uncoiled from the edges of reality, drawing toward her like a tide turning home. Fire licked her veins, memory seared her thoughts, and the truth crashed into her.