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"No… impossible! You're lying! You're trying to trick me! I want a DNA test!" But the truth was already plain to most. The resemblance was undeniable, no matter what she screamed. I slipped a folder from my bag. "Here. Paternity test results for Nick and Nathan Winston—your twins—with Jeremy. See for yourself." I tossed the file onto the table. Janey fumbled through the pages, her hands trembling, until she reached the final result. Her knees buckled. "No… no, this can't be real! You forged this report! You wanted my boys so much you faked this report!"

I demanded. Alden pulled out a worn book from his coat, one of the ancient texts he was always studying. He opened it to a marked page showing detailed illustrations of mate bond marks, the silvery patterns that appeared on fated mates' skin. "The Vale twins have them too," Alden said quietly. "I had spies watching them after the Claiming Ball. Both twins bear matching marks on their wrists. The same marks your Luna is hiding under her long sleeves." I stared at the illustrations, rage and something like despair warring inside me. "So what does this mean? She's fated to them, not me?"

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

"That's the unlimited black card, right? If Violet's not the real heiress, I'll eat my own words." Jim leaned back, crossing his legs, looking completely satisfied. "That's Mr. Neel's secondary card," he said proudly. "It's more than enough to cover your worthless junk." I took one look at it and almost laughed. That was the card my father had shoved into my hand before I left the country. I had never used it and just tossed it in a drawer. So Violet had been using it this whole time. I kept my expression neutral as I picked up the card, clicking my tongue softly.

I said. Sebastian turned, his eyes cautious. "Anna has been by my side for years, as close as a sister. Now that she's about to walk down the aisle, it's up to me, her big sis, to hook her up with the most epic wedding gift ever, so she can make her exit in style," I said, my voice steady and clear enough for everyone up front to catch every single word. "And now that Anna's expecting, she needs extra care and protection. All the prenatal vitamins, baby clothes–nothing's going to be missing from the Caruso household."

Inside the box were three rings. "Will you marry me?" The view of the rings in the warm light of the candles made the rings even more charming. Bianca couldn’t understand why there were three rings, but even after a quick look, she could say which one was supposed to be hers. The smaller one with the writing: Crow. But right then, her eyes noticed another writing: Crowolf. The ring looked out of this world, filled with some difficult-to-name force, emanating from the round shape and the writing itself. It shone in the flames of the candles as if it were alive.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

I pulled from archives no one else had access to and built something structured out of scattered, incomplete history. That was how control worked. You understood something well enough, and it stopped being a threat. Except this didn’t. I stood in the study later that night, sleeves rolled, ink smudged faintly along the side of my hand as I scanned the same passage for the third time. The script was older, had been translated twice from its original form, and was still frustratingly vague. “Subject exhibited stable dual-blood integration until late-stage fluctuation…” “Fluctuation of what?” I muttered under my breath, flipping the page harder than necessary.

The group remained frozen on the spot, in the middle of the ice hall, waiting for the creatures to come forward. Slowly the two identical pairs of eyes got closer and closer, disappearing each time they blinked. The creatures came into view, stepping out into the sunlit hall. Cory raised her eyebrows in surprise. She had never seen two identical Stormbringers before. Each one had always been unique especially in its markings and coat. She studied the spotted brown coats of these two Stormbringers. “They’re twins,” she gasped. “So?” Said Titan. “These two are wearing collars also!” Said Hayden.

“The Luna crown arrived.” Both twins rushed over to look at it. Inside was a delicate silver crown, designed to look like intertwined vines with small diamonds scattered throughout like dewdrops. It was elegant and beautiful without being ostentatious. “It’s perfect,” Zade breathed. “She’s going to be the most beautiful woman anyone has ever seen,” Zarek said. The morning of November 19th arrived with perfect weather, sunny but not too hot, with a gentle breeze. Astrid woke up to find both twins already awake, staring at her with matching grins.