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"You're the only one who actually treated me like a person instead of just another soldier in the pack. Let me do this." I reached out and squeezed his arm. "Mason, listen to me. If I show up in a gown you bought with your life savings, Jaxon wins. He gets to see us struggling. He gets to see me 'relying' on someone else. I'm the White Witch. I don't need silk to make an entrance." "Then what are you going to do?" he asked, looking genuinely worried. I looked at the rack of rejected, cursed, and tattered gowns. A cold, sharp resolve began to crystallize in my mind. In my diary, I had the memories of the original Lumira — a woman who was a master of enchantments and hidden arts.

"Our future alpha's been awfully cozy with that new witch. What was her name? Rita?" Nathan's spine went rigid. "We're friends." "Friends," Kai repeated, rolling the word like a rotten fruit. "Right. And I'm the Queen of England." He dropped into an exaggerated curtsy. "Tell me, does she make you little love potions in those witch classes you suddenly signed up for?" Luke snorted, but Nathan saw the way his packmate's nostrils flared - testing the air for Nathan's reaction. The entire fence post splintered under his grip.

Collins sat to my right, sweating through his custom-tailored suit, his fingers hyperactively tapping against his tablet as he tried and failed to manual-patch the secondary encryption nodes. Then, the heavy glass doors opened, and the air in the room didn't just drop; it completely disintegrated. I didn't turn my head. I didn't need to. The clattering, unstable rhythm of six-inch platform heels against the hardwood told me exactly who it was. Lily White stepped into the room, holding a silver tray with a pitcher of ice water. She was wearing a cobalt-blue dress that was so aggressively tight it looked like a surgical binding, her bleached-blonde hair teased into a chaotic halo that practica

I raised my eyebrow at her, waiting for a response. “She won’t be wearing white.” Belle spoke up. “She’s going to be a dutchess and she’s a wolf. She’s going to be wearing silver and blue for the wolf clan and dutchy position. Your dad will be wearing silver and red.” This made me roll my eyes even harder. “So why am I not wearing silver? And whatever color goes for gods, dragons, wolves, fae, and vampires?” I was not letting this rest. Lily snickered in the corner. “Well, actually… you are… Have you not been told that black is the absence of color but white is all colors together?” Her eyes twinkled at me. I sighed.

Edward asked as Lincoln magnified his eyes at the realization. "Al.co.hol?" He gasped as he closed his mouth. "I have never had alcohol" Lincoln started crying loudly, grabbing everyone's attention, making Edward panic. He dragged Lincoln aside as he closed his mouth. "Relax. Don't shout. Who gave you then?" Edward asked instantly, having little doubt that it might be Jason. "A beautiful girl. Pink fairy. She was too cute and she talks sweet" Lincoln closed his eyes to remember the girl as he praised her for everything. Edward widened his eyes as he glared at Lincoln

I could see the internal war playing out across his features—his protective instincts toward me warring with his uncertainty about the child she claimed to carry. Lily took advantage of his hesitation, her eyes flashing with something dark and otherworldly. "You want to know the truth about your precious little mate?" she hissed, raising her free hand. "Let me show you exactly what she's worth." I saw it before Damien did—the subtle flicker of her fingers, the way the air around her hand began to shimmer with unnatural energy. My mother's friend had taught me enough about witchcraft to recognize the signs of a spell being cast, and this one was aimed directly at Damien with malicious intent.

The ensemble reflected the dignified and solemn demeanor appropriate for a princess consort. Given the cold weather, Lily also provided Carissa with a green hooded cloak. Although the hood couldn't be worn due to the crown, it hung naturally down her back. The cloak was edged with white, and the hood had white fur trim, giving it a regal yet charmingly playful appearance.

I shot back. Leon stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You think she’ll choose you over the rest of us? You’re living in a fantasy. The darkness will become her, and as I force it on her, it will be intoxicating. I’ll make her want it. And when she does, it won’t be you she turns to. It’ll be me.”

Elena said, looking at Queen Elle. “Yes my dear, why do you think you had to face a lot of problems and the prophecy chose you? You are the chosen one Elena and the rightful Queen of Winterfell.” Queen Elle said bowing down to Elena. Queen Elle tells Elena to hold her hand with all the lilies on her left hand and tells Elena to enchant after her; “Trasmutum lilyxium vox terum!” Queen Elle enchants together with Elena. The four lilies fused together transformed into a White pixie dust which circled around Elena's body transforming her into a lily fairy.

Lily exhaled slowly, focusing on the task at hand. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and magic, mingling with Caspian's intoxicating presence. She reached for a vial of shimmering yellow liquid, carefully measuring it into smaller containers. "What's that one for?" Caspian asked, his curiosity evident despite his restraints. "It's a mood enhancer," Lily replied, her voice steadier now. "Helps with anxiety, depression... general emotional balance.”