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His heart broke. After the tournament, Zale went to the mortal port to gather info. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice. "Please, just give me a bite of food..." Zale looked over. He saw a beggar woman kneeling in rags. Her face was ruined by sickness. But Zale recognized her instantly. Melora. The once beautiful and proud Siren. Now kneeling in the mud like a beggar. Her skin was marred with the black lesions of the Lethean Plague.

Princess Fiona spoke in a broken tone. “Fiona, Riana. He is Prince Zalari. He is really alive. He was not dead. He is in the golden palace of Sultanate Raya. He is alive." They who were confused between Zalari's life or death, became uncertain on Jazar's words. "Ivan, Prince Zalari's maid, our Eva.” Jazar's condition started to deteriorate, how she should describe the scene which she herself could not believe. Prince Zalari was a famous prince of Innerland, a favorite of young people. Some cheerful, some cruel.

“Did he give you a name?” “Yes.” “Who?” “Malik!” I keep walking when Zachariah stops; I turn when I feel his Royal Alpha aura build and start to expand as his anger increases. I then hear Zelda in my head, “Yasmine, we need to calm him… WE NEED TO DO IT NOW!”

He had turned the rightful owners into beggars in their own lineage. “He isn’t just my uncle,” she realized, her eyes narrowing in the dark. “He is a criminal. A thief who stole a child’s birthright.” The fear that had paralyzed her only an hour ago was replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. She was Zara Falcon. She was a lawyer. She was the blood of the man who built the towers that defined the city’s skyline. She wouldn't die in this basement, and she certainly wouldn't be sold to a man like Suleman.

Again I nod, “I do.” Dad breaks out with a huge smile as he releases my hand and turns back to face the crowd. I feel the surge of power move through me, as I say the final vow, linking me completely to the pack as Alpha. “Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce your new Alpha and Luna of Charwood, Alpha Zander Blackwood and Luna Ashleigh Blackwood.” If I thought the cheers before were loud I was wrong, the room exploded with cheers and congratulatory happiness.

Jee uttered in pure annoyance of her claiming our mate. “Beat the crap out of her!” “Show her where she belongs!” “What are you waiting for, Luna?” “Show the slut her place.” The blonde-hair lady smirked at me. She pushed me hard causing me to stumble to the ground. She bent down and grabbed my hair then raised her fist up in the air about punching me when someone ripped her off of me. It was him… Alpha Zale. He looked so furious as he was already raining punches all over her face not caring of the crowd around him. I knew I can’t just stay here, if I do, she is gonna die.

Zagaff frowned. “Who is that?” “Her name is Kamala Reynolds,” Macholo said. “Tellan spotted her at Club Mirage. We did a little digging, but it looks like she’s hiding something.” Zagaff stared at the photo, then looked at Macholo. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes still on the picture of Kamala wearing his name across her chest. “So,” he said, lifting his eyes to Macholo, “what did we find out about this Kamala Reynolds?”

“Melissa… she should not be alive. But she is standing right in front of me.” My chest tightened painfully. “Who is it?” Before Jamal could answer, a faint female voice echoed through the link with a quiet laugh. Soft. Familiar. Wrong. “Do you miss me, Jamal?” The chamber went still. Zara whispered, “That is not human.” Kael clenched his jaw. “That is a soul mimic. A form built from memory. It is trying to unsettle him. Do not engage it.” But Jamal spoke again, ignoring the warning. “Melissa, do not listen to anything she says. Do not trust anything you hear. Her face is—”

I hissed. If she thought I was going to stand and watch her try to degrade me, then she had no idea of the Azelea she was meeting. This one had grown teeth, she can bite. “What? You suddenly think you are better?” she sneered, her hands crossed over her chest as she stared at me, glared more like. A stall opened; Jasmine walked out. Like minds really do thing each other. “Azelea, hi?” she smiled. I didn’t miss the way Zara’s head snapped towards her direction. Shock written on her face as she watched her. I almost laughed, “Be careful of this one, she will betray you… she isn’t as reliable as you would think,’ I said.

“Please keep this between us.” She nods, but for a moment, something passes across her face. It was guilt and it disappears quickly, but I still notice it. Before I can stop myself, the truth comes out. “I am not Zaria.” Emalia stares at me. “My name is Zella. I am her twin. They asked me to take her place when she left this house.” The silence that follows feels long. I expect her to pull away from me, but she does not. “It does not matter who you are,” she says. “You are my madam, and that is enough.”