登入Ember Frost’s POVThe academy had decided to split what had once been a single celebration into two separate events. Instead of cramming everything into one day, the graduation festivities would now stretch across two, giving students a little more time to celebrate before saying goodbye to campus.The graduation ball was scheduled for July 30, while the official graduation ceremony would take place the following day, July 31.As always, news traveled fast at Wolfsong Academy. With so many students coming from influential families, especially those connected to the media, rumors rarely stayed hidden for long. Lately, whispers about my true identity had spread across the entire campus. Curiosity only seemed to grow with each passing day. Everywhere I went, I caught people staring, lowering their voices as I walked by, their eyes following me with barely concealed curiosity.I didn't pay much attention to the rumors. Most of them were fueled by curiosity more than anything else. People
Ember Frost’s POVThat was all my mother said, but I understood what she was trying to tell me.I had watched my father make difficult decisions, and witnessed both his victories and his losses. I wasn’t the inexperienced child I had once been. I knew politics was never as simple as it appeared from the outside. Behind every victory, every moment of praise, and every respected name were sacrifices, compromises, and burdens that most people would never understand.But knowing all of that didn't make Amelia's death any easier to accept. A weight settled over my chest, and no matter how hard I tried to reason with myself, I couldn't shake the emptiness she had left behind. For the first time, I found myself questioning everything I thought I understood.If saving countless lives meant sacrificing someone who didn’t deserve to die, could I truly call that the right choice?Was there really a point where one life had to be placed against thousands of others? Or was there a way to protect
Ember Frost’s POVSomeone had to take the blame for what happened, and in the end, everyone pointed their fingers at Amelia.The rumors spread faster than anyone could stop them. Some said she'd been too sure of herself, that her carelessness had let me slip away while I was under her protection. Others insisted she cared more about proving herself than making the right call, claiming none of it would have happened if she'd sent the army in sooner.Then there were the whispers people only dared to share behind closed doors. They insisted the palace's defenses were far too strong for the rogues to break through on their own. The only explanation, they said, was that someone on the inside had helped them. Before long, those whispers turned into accusations, and Amelia became their target. Some even claimed she'd been working with the rogues from the very beginning.The public needed someone to hate, and Amelia became that person. Facts no longer mattered. My parents knew she wasn't resp
Ember Frost's POVI stuck out my tongue sheepishly, suddenly feeling a little guilty."Snacks help me think, Mother," I said with a grin. "Everything feels less exhausting when I have something to nibble on."She looked at me with a mix of amusement and resignation."You're all grown up," she said, "so why does it seem like you're trying to make up for everything you didn't get to eat as a child?"Shaking her head, she turned to Vivian."Could you bring her a few more biscuits?"Vivian nodded and returned a moment later with a small plate.My mother slid it toward me before fixing me with a pointed look."These are the last ones," she said. "After that, no more until dinner. Learning a little self-control is just as important as everything else I've been teaching you."I finished the last biscuit, brushed the crumbs from my hands, and turned my attention back to the stack of reports waiting for me. They were the same routine documents I'd been reading all afternoon, and before long, m
Ember Frost’s POVFreya looked completely overwhelmed by the endless selection of beautiful fabrics. Every time she thought she'd found the one, another design caught her attention. By the time we were ready to leave, she'd somehow narrowed it down to over ten options, yet she still couldn't bring herself to cross a single one off the list.In the end, she decided we'd come back to the House of Elysian the next day to make the final choice."The gown needs at least a month to be completed," Freya said, her tone turning more practical. "If I keep going back and forth, we'll run out of time. I'll look through everything again tonight and make up my mind. By tomorrow, I'll have my final choice, and we should be able to finish everything in a couple of hours."I wanted to believe her, but I wasn't so sure. I'd seen the album on her phone. It was packed with wedding dress inspirations—at least seventy or eighty of them—and she had been obsessed with every single one. Knowing Freya, I had a
Ember Frost’s POVThat night, Vivian came by with a bracelet clutched in her hand. It was the only thing she had left that still connected her to her sister."This was the last thing our mother gave us," she said softly. "When she gave birth to Xena and me, my father couldn't accept that he'd had two Omega daughters. He left us without looking back."She fell silent for a moment, her fingers tightening around the bracelet."After that, it was just the three of us. My mother had no one to lean on, but she never complained. She took every job she could find just to keep us alive. She barely rested. Eventually, her body couldn't keep up anymore." Her voice caught slightly."By the time she got sick, there wasn't much anyone could do. We lost her soon after.""Xena was still so little when our mother died. She couldn't understand why she wasn't coming home anymore. Every night, she'd cry and ask where she was."A faint, bittersweet smile appeared on her lips."I'd put this bracelet on he
Ember Frost’s POVThe longer I turned it over in my mind, the more the possibility began to feel real. Not certain—but real enough to worry me.To begin with, Eira stood out from everyone else. Her bloodline alone made her different. There was something rare in it, something old and tangled, like a
Ember Frost's POV “How do you feel?” my father asked, expressionless, the question sounding more like an assessment than a father’s care.I forced myself to drop the playful tone I often slipped into and answered with careful composure, “Not bad.”“Your Majesty, she performed admirably. With time,
Ember Frost’s POVI found myself staring at my mother's face, following every familiar line as if it were a mirror reflecting my future. The similarity between us was unmistakable, a gentle reminder of the importance of family ties. One day, I'd mature into her looks, with the same form of eyes and
Ember Celeste Frost’s povFor a long moment, he said nothing. No, yes, no, no, just that calm, unreadable expression that left me guessing.My father stayed silent, his gaze fixed on him. I wasn’t sure what was happening, so my eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them.Sir Orion seemed l







