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Simon hesitated before nodding and stepping away, Violet and I
shared a look, knowing this wouldn’t be the last time someone
demanded our attention.
“Did she bring Mia?” Violet asked, already standing up.
I sighed again. “Yeah, but she’s asleep.”
She relaxed a little at that, but I could see the anticipation in her
eyes. “I hope this isn’t about some new crisis,” she muttered.
“We’ll find out soon enough.” I reached for her hand, lacing our
fingers together. “Let’s go.”
Simon watched us for a moment before walking ahead, leading
the way. As we followed, I stole a glance at Violet. There was
something different about her lately. A quiet strength. A
resilience I hadn’t appreciated enough before.
“I love you,” I said suddenly.
She glanced up, surprised, before a soft smile graced her lips. “I
know“”
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“No, I mean it. I don’t think I could survive any of this without
you.”
She squeezed my hand. “You won’t have to. If you want to
make up to me, just remember that holiday you promised.”
I’d give her my everything. Now that we had finally survived
our biggest crisis, we could finally enjoy our love in peace.
“Let’s check on Renee, and then we can do whatever you want,”
I told Violet. “I know this has been hard on her too.”
She nodded, but her arms tightened around mine. “I just hope
she’s okay. It must be hard for her to live in an unfamiliar place
surrounded by strange people. I’m dying to see her. None of this
would mean anything if something ever happened to her.”
I kissed the top of her head, silently vowing that nothing ever
would.
The tension in the air thickened as we approached the
packhouse. The pack had suffered losses, but this wasn’t
something that shook them to their core. Kylie and Isaac had
been threats to all of us, and now, they were gone.
As we entered the packhouse, the Royal Court was waiting.
Alpha Charlotte sat calmly, but I knew she wouldn’t have
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requested this meeting unless it was important.
“This is a pleasant surprise,” I greeted as we took our seats.
She studied me carefully before speaking. “King Asher, I owe
you a favor for what you’ve done for Mia. But I need to ask
something in return.”
I frowned. “What is it?”
To my surprise, Michael was still there, as was the jury. He
should have been sentenced and yet he was here, safe and
sound. I turned to Charlotte, feeling the first stirrings of unease.
“I thought I gave my order to take care of this,” I said, my voice
hard.
She met my gaze without flinching. “I stopped it.”
Violet straightened beside me. “And what gives you the right to
do that?”
Charlotte remained composed. “Because I have an offer.
Destroy the Celestine flower in my pack, and you’ll never have
to worry about another problem like this again. In exchange…
you let me take my son.”
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The room fell into silence.
This was far from over.
Violet’s POV
Asher’s reaction was immediate. His eyes narrowed, his jaw
clenched, and his voice was laced with disbelief. “You have got
to be joking.” He snapped, sounding utterly betrayed.
But my mother stood firm, unfazed by his anger. “I don’t make
jokes when it comes to my family,” she replied. “That flower is a
danger, a curse wrapped in petals. It has caused nothing but
suffering. As long as that flower remains, it’s a looming threat
to you, your kingdom, and everyone you love. I’m willing to eliminate that threat, but in exchange, I need something from
you.”
I stood there frozen, shock. A part of me felt like I had just been slapped in the face–betrayed by my own mother. How could
she go against the King’s order? Yet, at the same time, I was
secretly relieved.
Kylie was gone. My sister, who had once been my greatest enemy. It didn’t matter what our history was; she had still been my blood. But Michael? He was different. He wasn’t just blood-
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he was the brother I had once run to, the one who used to carry
me on his back, laughing as if the world wasn’t full of pain and
betrayal.
If my mother could save his life by offering something that was
beneficial to the kingdom, that was probably the best solution
possible.
However, Asher seemed less thrilled by the idea.
His voice was a low growl as he stepped closer to my mother,
towering over her.
“So you think you can play me? You believe that just because
you hold something I need, you can dictate terms to a king?
And you can play me like a puppet?” His voice dropped into
something cold, lethal. “I won’t tolerate this. Even if you are
Violet’s mother.”
