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Or maybe it doesn't. There's a conflict. "Welcome, Rhett." Greets Lady Sigrid as soon as her sight centers on me. She's drinking tea and reading a book. I guess after all the years of seeing constant war, she's grown used to it. I take a sit next to her. "Do you think Kael's throne will prevail?" For a minute, I swear she paused. "He's never been in this position before. I guess we'd find out." "You're way too calm. Do you have an escape plan?"

He knelt on one knee before me on the day of his victorious return and announced me as the tribe's queen. The others all knelt and bowed in allegiance. I smiled and told Sean to rise. Then, I declared in public that I would never take another mate; I would only have Sean alone. He was instantly so touched that his golden eyes turned red with sentiment. "You don't have to do that, Lynn," he said. "Hush, Sean. Listen to me. You are enough in this life," I said. 'Well, duh. I'm not foolish enough to take on more mates and tire myself out,' I thought.

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

My eye meets with Cicero, as the look on his face makes me feel even more guilty of knowing what I know, but still yet, I couldn't call it murder when it is indeed treason. Because at this moment, neither of us know anything or who killed king Orrin. But I believe, it is about to be revealed, which also means it is time I begin to leave the palace, at the same time prepare for a competition which is about to take place.

We stood side by side, receiving the blessings and cheers of all present. On my finger glittered a massive diamond ring, a symbol of the alliance between two mafia families. Behind me stood a knight whose loyalty would never waver. Beneath me lay a vast empire, growing at a staggering pace. As for love? It had been buried three months ago in that blood-soaked casino, along with my shattered right hand. For me, love no longer existed. And now, the new commander rose, her reign beginning with absolute authority.

Whole. Then... Darkness. An eighth throne emerged from the shadows. Empty. Watching. Waiting. The seven lights flickered. One by one. Until the memory shattered. I gasped. Kael tightened his grip on my shoulder. "What did you see?" I met his eyes. "It wasn't built with the others." Lucien frowned. "What wasn't?" "The eighth throne." The connection confirmed it. "It came later." A horn echoed from the eastern watchtower. One long blast. Then another.

Instead, she let the fire linger, a wall between herself and the man who threatened to unravel everything she had burned for. But deep inside, she knew the truth. The throne was no longer hers. It was a pyre waiting for a body. And as Maxim’s gaze held hers, the words branded themselves into the hearts of every soul present. The throne burned hotter than any crown could bear.

Turning to the door, he flattened his hand against it and pushed it open, holding in the urge to yell ‘tada in her face when the lights came on. Her eyes went round as she made strangled steps in. "Adler," she whispered, reaching for air, "Did you do all of this?" Walking past him, with her eyes hovering over the tall shelves filled with books he had spent the afternoon sweating over while battling the distraction of reading snippets of pages, he loudly wondered how she read. But he knew now, those books....weren't pure. Her hands flew to her lips, "I can't believe this." She caressed a brown settee and planted her gaze on the desk and a couple of chairs beside it.

"But isn't Isla his Luna?" "I heard that Seraphina girl moved into the penthouse." "Isn't the Mating Ceremony next week?" I shut my phone off. At noon, I met my best friend, Chloe. "You what?" Chloe's voice was so sharp it nearly shattered her coffee cup. "You're calling off the ceremony?" "That's right." "Are you insane? He's your fated mate!" "Fated mates don't mark other women right before their ceremony," I said, calmly sipping my coffee. "And they certainly don't get another she-wolf pregnant with their pup."

Aichonne is already scrambling to her feet, her own strength returning with the tether broken, her eyes burning with a righteous, furious fire as she moves toward us. The throne room is silent once more, but it is the heavy, expectant silence that precedes the final judgment. We have reclaimed our life, our dignity, and our control, but as Celine is pinned down, she gasps out a final curse, causing the giant glass dome of the throne room to shatter into a million falling shards.