Satisfied, Mrs. Hill meticulously gathered the remnants of her wealth. She transferred every asset she possessed to Nathan, retaining only the small territory of her retirement den. When Nathan accepted the transfer from her trembling hands, the air between them grew solemn. He made a silent blood-oath to his own spirit: Nathan, by the ancestors, you will reclaim your throne.
Upon his release from the healers' ward, Nathan threw himself into the hunt with a ferocity he hadn't felt in cycles.
He abandoned the fashion brand he had co-founded with Victoria. With the "mate-haze" finally lifted from his mind, he saw the brutal reality: Victoria’s creative spark was a mere flicker compared to Thea’s blinding radiance. Furthermore, the networking trails he once commanded had been seized and sce
