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I don’t remember walking back.One moment, I’m standing in the garden, my body stiff with cold, my heart beating too fast, my ears ringing with the sound of his voice."It’s already enough that you got rid of her parents. You don’t have to get rid of her too."My uncle.My uncle killed my parents.The next moment, I’m inside, standing in the warm glow of the house. I barely register the change. I barely register anything.A voice reaches me, but it’s muffled, like it's coming from underwater.“Lilah?”Another voice. Urgent. Concerned. A hand grabs my wrist.I don’t react.I don’t move.I can’t move.More hands touch me—my arms, my shoulders. The voices grow more frantic, but I can’t hear them. I can’t hear them.There’s too much noise in my head."Got rid of her parents.""You don’t have to get rid of her too."I pull my wrist free, turn, and start walking.I don’t know where I’m going, but my feet do.I climb the stairs, one slow step at a time. The world is a blur, a dull haze press
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I don't know how long I sit curled up on the floor crying my lungs out, but my eyes feel sore and the tears that poured out in torrents have now slowed down.The door swings suddenly swings open and the scent of roses flood the room, wrapping around me, invading my senses.My fingers twitch at my sides. I don’t need to turn around to know that Caspian is the one strolling into the room.I wipe at my face quickly, dragging my sleeve over my cheeks, hoping—praying—I can erase any trace of the tears. My heart pounds as I frantically brush at the puffiness under my eyes, willing them to return to normal.I don't want to seem pathetic. I can't let him see me broken down like this. "You didn’t come in early," he says.His voice is smooth, but there’s something underneath it—something sharp, something unimpressed."I had to go without breakfast today," he continues, walking towards his desk.I hear the familiar clink of metal against wood as he empties his pockets. His wallet, his phone. T
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“What did he do to you?” Caspian’s voice is low, almost a growl, his eyes sharp and searching as they lock onto mine.I try to hold back my tears, looking up to the high ceiling of his room to blink them away. He’s leaning forward now, away from the pillows, his posture tense, his expression unreadable. But I can feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of it pressing down on me.I lose the fight with my tears when my mother’s face floods my mind. Her smile, her laugh, the way she used to brush my hair when I was little—it all comes rushing back, and I can’t stop the sob that escapes me. I cover my face with my hands, my shoulders shaking as the grief crashes over me like a wave. I feel pathetic now, but I can't help it. She should still be here. It's not fair.“He killed her,” I choke out, my voice breaking. “He killed my mother.”The room goes still. I hear him suck in a sharp breath, the sound cutting through the silence and it only makes me cry harder.For a moment, neither o
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The halls are dimly lit, the soft glow of the lanterns casting elongated shadows against the stone walls as I make my way to the kitchen. It’s been a month since I learned the truth about my parents, a month of carrying the unbearable weight of that knowledge alone. Each passing day has been a reminder of the rage festering inside me, the need to do something about it, to find the proof I need. But planning and acting are two very different things, and right now, all I have is a desperate plan.I have to return to Moonhaven.The only way to uncover the truth is to go back, to dig through the past, to search for whatever evidence I can find. But I haven’t told Cassidy yet and I don't think I will until I've gone through with it. If I did, she’d try to stop me. She’d say it’s too dangerous, that it’s not my fight, but she’d be wrong.This is my fight.I take a shortcut through the hallway that overlooks the garden, intending to get to the kitchen faster, but something makes me pause
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I sit on my bed, staring at the half-packed bag beside me, fingers curled around the worn strap. The room is dim, the only source of light coming from the small lantern by the bedside table. Shadows dance along the stone walls, flickering like ghosts of my past. My mind is restless, jumping from thought to thought like a frenzied bird trapped in a cage.I’m going back to Moonhaven.The thought alone sends a shiver through me, though I’m not sure if it’s dread or something else entirely. What will it be like to return after everything? After leaving as a prisoner and coming back as... what? Caspian’s guest? His companion? His pet?I swallow hard. No. I won’t let them define me.But still, I wonder—how will they see me now? Will they whisper behind my back? Will they sneer? Will they look at me with pity, assuming I’ve been claimed by the prince as a prize?And then there’s Darius.My heart stutters at the thought of him. The last time I saw him, he was standing over me, a mocking sm
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“Such good taste you have, my Prince,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm as we pull up to the motel. The building is dull and unimpressive, the word *Motel* spelled out in flickering neon letters on a sign. The *O* is burned out, leaving the sign to read *M tel*. A few rundown cars are scattered across the lot, and a handful of humans loiter around, their voices carrying through the night air. Our car, a sleek black Audi, is by far the fanciest thing here, and it doesn’t take long for us to draw attention.As we step out of the car, the smell of cigarettes and beer hits me like a wall. It’s a familiar scent, one that reminds me of Rowan on late Friday nights back when I was a kid. He quit smoking years ago, but the drinking never stopped. The memory makes my stomach twist.“We need to stay low,” Caspian mutters, his voice low as he scans the area. “The last thing we want is all the packs being alerted of my presence outside Goldencrest. Your uncle would be expecting us if that
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The quiet hum of the vending machine fills the empty motel lobby, broken only by the soft clatter of a soda can rolling into the dispenser. I reach down, pulling out the can of cola, then press the button again for another. A second can drops with a metallic thud.Behind me, I can hear Caspian’s low voice as he talks on the phone a little distance away, his tone clipped and businesslike. Probably speaking to one of his men. I glance at him briefly—his broad frame leaning against the wall, grey eyes sharp and focused. Even in this run-down motel, dressed in jeans and a plain black T-shirt, he still looks like he belongs in a mansion.I shake my head and move to the next vending machine. Chips. That’s what I need. My fingers hover over the selection buttons, but something catches my eye. A mirror.There wasn’t one in our room last night, so I pause, giving myself a once-over. My blonde hair has grown longer than I realized, falling in soft waves down past my waist line and resting a
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The trees blur past us as we drive down the winding road to Moonhaven, their green leaves a streaky haze against the bright blue sky. The air conditioning hums softly in the car, circulating Caspian’s spicy, rosy scent, which somehow manages to be both comforting and unnerving at the same time. My eyes flicker to the vague figures I catch in the woods as we speed by—wolves, probably, patrolling the borders. My stomach twists at the thought. This place was my home for twenty-one years. But it was also the place where I was abused, where my mate rejected me, and where my parents were killed. And now, I’m back, walking straight into the lion’s den.I glance at Caspian, his sharp profile focused on the road. His grey eyes are narrowed, his jaw set in that familiar, determined way. He’s calm, collected, but I can feel the tension radiating off him. He knows what we’re walking into. He knows the risks. And yet, here we are.The car slows as we divert from the highway onto a dirt road t
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The music swells around us, soft yet powerful, the perfect melody for a moment like this. My hand rests in Caspian's, and my other rests lightly on his shoulder as we glide across the ballroom floor. The golden chandeliers overhead bathe us in warm light, making everything shimmer—my silver gown, the golden embroidery on Caspian’s regal suit, the crown atop his head, and the one newly placed upon mine.The ceremony was breathtaking, a moment forever etched in my soul. I was not just Caspian’s mate now—I was his queen, standing beside him in every sense of the word. And now, at the reception, with laughter and celebration all around us, I finally allow myself to breathe, to feel the joy that tonight has brought.Caspian pulls me closer, his breath teasing my ear as he murmurs, “I have half a mind to steal you away from all these people.”I smile, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “And risk the wrath of Cassidy? She’s spent a week planning this. I don’t think even you, King of Gol
