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My temper got the better of me as my fingers grip his shirt, and I slam him against the wall.

“Where is my fucking queen?”I scream in his face just as the door flings open, distracting me, only for him to punch me.I grunt before he kicks me, sending me flying backward into the bookshelf.The books rattle, and some fall off the shelves as I lunge at him.Only Damian gets between us and shoves me back.I growl, pointing at him, feral with rage.

“You have made a fucking mistake, king or not; I won’t stand by this.Now, where is our queen?”I snarl at him, my voice raising.Damian, caught between us, looks at us both, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Will someone tell me what happened and why you just made me put her in the fucking stables?”Damian demands.

“You fucking bastard, you fucking promised.She isn’t her mother,” I spit at him.He said he would speak with Damian, but he didn’t.

“Who, what in the world happened when you were gone, and who are you talking about?”Damian demands.Kyson can explain it to him as he should have when he got back.For now, I need to verify that Marrissa was her mother because he very well may have done this for no reason, not that his motivation is good enough in my eyes.

“Fix it, I swear, Kyson.I have stuck by you for fucking decades, never opposed anything you have asked, but if you don’t fix this, I am walking.King or not, I am fucking done,” I warn him before heading to the door.

“Where are you going?”Damian demands as I move toward the door.I stop, my hand on the door handle.

“To see my queen,” I snap.The king growls at me.He may be too stubborn to see the error of his ways, but I’m not going to continue watching him kill himself because he can’t leave the past in the past.I refuse to watch him toss her aside, and expect us to go back to living on eggshells around him.

“Wait, just fucking wait until I know what’s going on,” Damian snarls at us both.I snap but close the door and fold my arms across my chest, worried I may just attack him again if I don’t.

“Now, explain,” Damian says.

“Marissa Talbot is Ivy’s mother,” Kyson tells him while shaking his head and muttering too low for me to hear.

“What?”Damian asks, clearly shocked by this information.

“The werewolf hunter, the one who killed my sister and the other Lycan bloodlines.Her mother was the insider.She was the one who killed them,” Kyson growls as if we aren’t aware of her crimes.

“That’s what Alpha Dean had to tell you?”Damian gasps, glancing between us.I snarl when I watch the king walk to his bar to drown his sorrows so he won’t have to deal with them.

“Wait, that is why you sent her to the fucking stables, Kyson?For something her mother did?”Damian asks, outraged.

“She is innocent.She didn’t fucking kill your sister, Kyson,” I snap at him.

“You think I don’t know that?”Kyson roars.Yet with the expression on his face, I can tell he is conflicted.His heart was here with her, but his mind was trapped in the past with how he found his sister.

“What about her father?”Damian asks,

“They are trying to figure out his link, but we believe it was her partner.We also think he wasn’t aware of the crimes bestowed on his wife.We found nothing on him.That’s why we’re late,” I explain.

“And you’re sure it’s her parents?”Damian asks, sitting down and rubbing both hands down his face.

“He was supposed to show a picture to Ivy to make sure, but instead, I come up here and find out she has been taken to the fucking stables,” I growl.

“Gannon enough, it may not be right what he did, but stop.Just let me think,” Damian says.I press my lips in a line, waiting for his orders.

“Go, take a photo to Ivy, verify it’s her mother,” Damian says, and I nod, leaving out.Abbie was waiting for me with Clarice at the bottom of the stairs.Liam had taken the guard’s position by the doors, and relief flooded me when I saw she hadn’t been removed from the castle.

“What did he say?”Abbie said, rushing up the last couple of steps as I walked toward her.“Nothing, I am going to see her now,”

“I will come with you,” she says, and I sigh.I’m not sure what state she is in, and I glance at Clarice.She nods to my silent message.That woman can read me like a damn book.

“How about first we go clean up, then we can take her a cupcake for her birthday,” Clarice says and I almost groan hearing that.That’s right.The queen will shift any day now, and Damian told me Kyson promised to be there.It’s also why he was so hesitant to leave her, not wanting to miss it.

“No, I want to see her.She will be petrified, please,” Abbie pleads, and I grip her face in my hands.

“You will see her, I promise.Just stay with Clarice.I need to speak to Ivy, then you can come down.”

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