Chapter 222

-Grayson’s POV-

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The moment Damien’s words left his mouth, the world around me seemed to tilt, as if the very foundation beneath my feet had cracked open.

“He might not have realized it yet, but he did mark his fated mage.”

I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe.

Ava.

Not her sister. Not some stranger I had convinced myself to search for, Not some faceless figure of prophecy, meant to shape the fate of this war.

It was her.

I stared at her, watching the way her body went rigid, the way her shoulders locked like she was bracing for impact. Like she was preparing for a blow that hadn’t even landed yet–but she already felt it coming.

And then I turned to Damien.

The bastard.

There was satisfaction in his expression, a gleam in his dark eyes that made my blood burn. He had known this whole time. Every smug glance, every cryptic word–it had all been leading to this moment.

And I had been blind.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from my lungs.

Ava was my

fated mate.

And I had cast her out. I had shattered her.

A bitter taste filled my mouth, something sharp and self–destructive curling in my gut. I wanted to lash out. I wanted to take Damien apart piece by piece, but I forced myself to stay still, to keep my breathing steady, to not let him see how deeply he had just sunk his claws into my mind.

Damien tilted his head, watching us like a man who had just played his final, winning move. Then he spoke again, his voice smooth, dripping with cruel amusement.

“I believe it is time for you to meet your sister, Little Dove.”

The world seemed to stop.

I watched the color drain from Ava’s face. I saw something flicker in her eyes–something raw, something vulnerable.

I knew that look. I had seen it before. Right before I had thrown her out. Right before I had ripped her apart with my rejection.

And Damien had seen it too. He smiled like a predator, like a man who knew exactly how deep he was cutting into her.

“She is right here in Italy with me,” He continued casually, as if he wasn’t unraveling everything she thought she knew about her own existence, “In fact, I asked her to be on standby. All you have to do is say yes, and I’ll have her brought in. I will introduce you. She’s been eager to reveal herself, so… two birds with one stone, right?”

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like it was some private joke that only he understood,

us, thick

Then Ava spoke.

I say

voice was quiet,

her sharply, surprise flashing

grin deepened, his amusement growing.

for this.

like he was considering his answer, “if our reign is going to hold, there are certain people who

slid

things on a shopping list, he continued, “Your parents, of course. Can’t have them interfering. Perhaps I’ll consider sparing the cousin, she’ll likely self–destruct anyway.” He gave a mockingly thoughtful shrug. “And Rickon. The Ricardo can’t be in the picture either. Loose ends are

was softer this time when

long as her existence

looked at Ava, waiting, hoping to see some flicker of resistance in her

react–not in the way I

her chin up slightly, her fingers

what’s your plan, Damien?” She asked, “How do you expect this to play out? How

exhaled a small laugh.

then he looked

smoothly, “So I might as well say

back to Ava, taking his time, like

second of this.

packs of

eyes gleamed with something dark and

entire bloodlines. And do you know what happens when people lose their Alphas, Ava? They look for a new leader. They look for someone stronger. Someone who

words

Ava didn’t move.

see,” He went on, his voice dropping into something dangerously soft, “I don’t have to take the throne, I only need to let them give

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Silence.

Ava spoke

about the high ranking members

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influence. The others… well, let’s just say that loyalty is a fickle

nodded slowly, as if absorbing every word.

other

“A divided kingdom is a weak kingdom, Little Dove. They

clenched my fists, my nails digging into

power–hungry madman. He had a plan–one that had

standing there, listening to it all, as if she were

my heart

what she was

she was trying to play him, or if, deep down, a part of her was truly weighing the

forward slightly. “You’re smart, Little Dove. You know how this ends. You’ve seen what happens to

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