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“What?” The Alpha’s maw curled back, exposing teeth like jagged moonlight. “The throne you sit upon was never yours. Never theirs. It was ours—caged, stolen, and forged from our bones. The Shadow Rulers were cowards who bound us to feed their hunger. And now you dare wear their crown.” The words hit like a blow. Serena’s chest tightened, her hands trembling as the truth cracked open beneath her. The throne wasn’t her inheritance. It wasn’t even her curse. It was a theft.

“The moon goddess had already chosen me as her Alpha King, but it is only proper that I wait until the ritual to ascend the throne, as it is the Culture of our people.” While I was speaking, the servant returned with a chair, a chair which wasn't as fancy as the other ones the Councilors were using. The servant set the chair at the head of the table. “Swap chairs with me.” Another Councilor stepped forward with a bow. “Even if you wouldn't want to assume the throne yet, you're still the crown prince!” I smiled slightly. “That was thoughtful of you,” I said. “But no. I must insist that you remain in your seat. Now, sit down and let's begin. We don't have time to waste.”

The throne is where your power resides, and it must be preserved for the benefit of our family and our kingdom. Although I am aware that you are finding this difficult I have faith that you will comprehend when the time comes. Because it is your duty your heart will come to love him. With all of my affection. Richard King. The floor seemed to vanish beneath her feet Leo thought. As a wave of nausea overcame her the words appeared to blur on the page.

Kael grabbed my arm again. “We are leaving. Now.” But I couldn’t move. Because the connection inside me— The resonance— It was screaming. Not in pain. In recognition. Ronan’s voice dropped lower. “This is what your awakening is tied to.” I looked at him sharply. “What does that mean?” He hesitated. Then— “The throne was never empty.” The crack beneath it widened. Silver light poured upward from the darkness below. And for the first time— We heard it breathe. A voice rose from beneath the throne.

But she has broken before. And risen. She grinds her teeth and forces her wolf to the surface. “You don’t get to decide who I am.” You already have, the voice murmurs. And you chose me. The darkness convulses— —and suddenly she is falling again. Falling toward something. A shape emerges below, carved from void. A throne. But not a throne meant to be sat on. A throne meant for binding. Chains of shadow coil around its base like serpents. The throne hums at her approach.

Sky King: “You were summoned as a courtesy. You answered with war. Kneel, child, and I will make it quick.” I step forward. Lightning crawls over my skin like it’s coming home. Celeste: “I don’t kneel. I ride.” I flip Sânge Furtună under my feet. The throne room has rails of frozen lightning running its length. I drop in. The war inside the Throne-ship begins. And every grind, every slash, every heartbeat is a message carved into the sky itself: This is our year. This is our sky. And we are just getting started.

Otsana’s gold mark burned beside me, but its light bent toward the throne like a flame leaning toward wind. Ashina sobbed harder, gripping her stomach while Maelor’s heartbeat echoed through the black bone like drums beneath a coronation hall. The first Blood Feather book floated above the throne, no longer thrashing, no longer screaming, but opening itself like a servant obeying its true master. A circle of old blood appeared around the throne’s base, then spread outward until it touched Blackfang warriors and Northridge nobles alike. Conri shouted orders, but the blood ignored every blade, every title, and every frightened foot trying to step away.

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 41: The Reckoning The throne room fell into a silence so absolute it felt like the world itself was holding its breath. Courtiers who had been shouting moments before now stood frozen, the weight of their miscalculation settling over them like a suffocating blanket.

Author's note: Guys! I made a terrible mistake with the chapter. Please, chapter 175 comes before 174. I made a mistake while uploading, so please, understand that 175 comes before 174. KOL Regal leans against the large, brown chair in his throne room, fingers wrapped around a glass of scotch. The morning light spills in through the curtains, and even with the tension in the air, there’s a certain glow that makes me feel warm from inside out.