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A New Throne. I hesitated, confused. Did he want me by his side now? I took a cautious step forward, unsure if I should kneel or sit. But then his voice, soft and sharp as a blade, cut through the silence. “No, darling. That throne isn’t for you.” I froze mid-step, shame washing over me in a wave so hot it scalded. The entire room watched, hungry for my humiliation. “You’ve been so quiet. So obedient lately,” Kael continued, his tone laced with something almost amused. “I thought it was time to… reward you.”

Chapter 89 Final chapter ~Elena~ "Spare me a minute, Amelia."I shuttered and quickly shuffled off to the window. I wiped away the curtain from my line of view and let open the window, my eyes breaking into sad emotional limes as I leaned closer to the wall and continued scanning the multitude of crowd. They took action faster than I would have thought. Few of them had held in their hands and above their head a big poster that reads- 'Alpha Donald bidding a deal with a rogue, it's a same on us and therefore: we don't want Donald on the throne anymore'

] I just pocketed my phone when a voice, both familiar and pretentious, rang out: "Welcome, everyone, to the wedding of Sebastian and me." I turned to see Sebastian, sharp in a tailored suit, standing by Rosa in her bridal gown, playing the perfect hosts. They stood before a rainbow archway, their oversized wedding portraits smiling down. Catching sight of me, Rosa rose on her toes and planted a kiss on Sebastian. The crowd erupted in whistles and cheers, and Sebastian, a bit sheepish, dabbed at his mouth. He glanced up without thinking, and our eyes locked in an unexpected standoff. Sebastian, caught off guard, shoved Rosa aside, his awkwardness bordering on comical.

“The world needs to see what power looks like when it isn’t sitting.” The throne’s pulse matched mine once, twice, then held listening. The gods’ Hall burned down to silence. And in that silence, the next reign began to breathe.

“The loneliness inside the Heart. The need to belong to something greater.” The whispers throughout the chamber intensified immediately. Come home. Take the throne. End the suffering. Aria grabbed her head painfully as the voices slammed through her mind harder now. Then suddenly— The throne itself began glowing. Ancient silver symbols ignited across its surface while the Heart overhead pulsed faster and faster. The First Alpha lifted its massive head slowly again. “The Queen must choose.” The chamber fell silent. Even Veyron stopped speaking. The throne waited.

As I gazed upon their triumphant faces, I knew that this was only the beginning of our epic journey. Dynaris stepped forward, her eyes shining with a sense of pride and purpose. She approached the throne, now transformed from a dark and foreboding seat of power to a radiant, golden symbol of hope and renewal. With a gentle reverence, she reached out and touched the throne's armrest, feeling the warmth and energy emanating from it.

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

Something more complicated and more real. "The alternative," he said, "is the council operating with the check its founders built into it. Which is a council that cannot be held by a single bloc indefinitely." He held her gaze. "You having standing is not a threat to the council. It is a correction to what the council was supposed to be." She looked at him. "And the bond?" she asked quietly. They had been moving around it since she had come downstairs. She was tired of moving around things. "The bond is separate," he said carefully. "The council claim is yours by bloodline, independent of any bond completion. You hold that right whether or not we" He stopped.

As a show of my thanks, the coffee in front of you is on me. Seeing that I wasn't the least bit angry, Julia's expression grew increasingly twisted. In the end, she sneered and said, "You were born an Alpha's daughter and were pampered your whole life. When you grew up, you were destined to mate with an Alpha and become a Luna. "Why do you get to live in comfort while my home was destroyed in the rebellion? Why can I only survive on your charity? Why?" The more Julia talked, the more worked up she got. She slammed the table wildly, causing a huge scene that drew stares from everyone around.