Chapter 184 

MIRO 

It was her 

The girl from the tattoo. 

I couldn’t believe my eyes… and ears because why is my wolf giving me the impression that she is my mate? 

Mine. 

Suddenly I got a flash of something. 

A memory. 

It was her falling, her dark hair a halo around her. 

The memory disappeared leaving behind a terrible migraine. 

Now I understood why I tattooed the word under her image. 

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Good gods! The woman I am suppoosed to hate. The witch who was said to have my brother under a spell is my mate. She is mine. 

FUCK! 

This is not supposed to happen. And gods, what is she wearing? Why can’t I think straight? 

“Is everything alright, son?” My father’s voice cut through the haze, low and commanding. 

I suddenly realized my father cannot find out what I just discovered. 

I turned to him, masking my emotions with a cold smile. “Of course, Father. Everything is fine.” 

The King’s sharp eyes studied me, but I didn’t flinch. Instead, I turned to my brother. His expression was calm, as it always was, but the protective edge in his stance wasn’t lost on me. 

“You recongnize her, don’t you?” He asked, searching my eyes. “You feel something.” 

I forced a grin. “Whatever charm you think she has, it has no effect on me.” I smirked. “All I feel for her disgust and hatred.” The words tasted like ash, but I delivered them loud enough for my father to hear. 

Theon frowned, his confusion evident. His eyes strayed to Ryn before they pinned on me. “I wish you didn’t say that.” 

I forced a smirk, feeling the weight of the King’s gaze on my back. I wish I didn’t say it too but its better this way. Satisfied with the seeds I’d sown, I turned on my heel and walked toward the King. I needed to stand beside him, to play the part of the loyal son he’d carved out of me. 

The King placed a firm hand on my shoulder, his grip heavy with expectation. “Miro will represent me in the fight for the throne,” he announced, his voice a decree that silenced the murmurs in the room. 

Theon nodded, his jaw tight. “As you wish.” 

I glanced at him, then at Ryn, my lips curling into a slow, deliberate smile. “When I win,” I began, my voice steady, “not only will I take the throne, but I’ll also take what 

you 

cherish most.” 

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Theon’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger breaking through his calm exterior. 

“And what might that be?” he asked, his tone low, dangerous. 

My gaze settled on Ryn, who stiffened under the weight of my words. “Her,” I said simply, my voice carrying through the room. “I’ll take her.” 

Ryn’s lips parted in shock, her confusion replaced by something sharper–fear, anger, or perhaps both. 

I turned away, letting the silence hang heavy, I couldn’t afford to show weakness, not here, not now. But deep inside, a war raged, one I wasn’t sure I could win. 

Theon’s voice cut through the heavy silence like a blade. “No.” 

I turned to face him fully, a smirk curling at my lips. His defiance was expected, even predictable, but it amused me nonetheless. 

“You don’t have a choice,” I said, my voice cold and deliberate. “I’ll take her. And when I do, I’ll turn her into my slave and fuck her a hundred ways to Sunday. There will be nothing you can do to stop me.” 

Theon’s fists clenched at his sides, his body tense with restrained fury. “You’ll never have her, Miro,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. 

I moved closer, lowering my voice so only he could hear. “We’ll see about that…brother.” 

His glare was unrelenting, a storm of emotions flickering in his usually calm blue eyes. For a moment, I wondered if he might swing at me right here, in front of everyone. But Theon was too composed for that. He wouldn’t give Father the satisfaction of seeing him lose control. 

“Well, if that’s the case, I aslo want something additional.” Theon said and I wondered what It could possibly be. 

“Go on.” I smirked. “State your request.” 

“When I win, I want his head.” Theon stated, pointing at my father. “And you will be the one to deliver it.” 

The King froze, his eyes wild. “You must be out of your damn mind!” 

But I raised a hand ti stop him. “Very well. You have a deal.” I replied, knowing fully well I have no choice but to win now. Without another word, Theon turned, placing a protective hand on Ryn’s back as he guided her toward the exit. Her gaze flicked back to me for the briefest of moments, confusion and something else–fear, perhaps–shadowing her features. 

I stayed rooted in place, watching them leave. A small, victorious part of me relished Theon’s discomfort, but beneath it, something deeper stirred. Something I didn’t want to acknowledge. 

“Well done, Miro.” 

My father’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He stepped beside me, his expression one of approval–a rare and calculated gift. 

“Taking Ryn from Theon is an excellent strategy,” he said, his tone conspiratorial. “Perhaps losing her will force him to see reason, to finally accept his place beneath you.” 

I inclined my head, masking my discomfort with a thin smile. “Of course, Father. It’s all part of the plan.” 

He clapped me on the shoulder, his grip as heavy as his expectations. “Good. Now, come. Let’s enjoy the party.” 

We began walking back toward the main hall, where the dull roar of the party echoed through the villa’s grand corridors. 

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But my mind was elsewhere. 

Ryn. 

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Her name was a whisper in my thoughts, a relentless presence I couldn’t shake. I could still see her eyes, wide with confusion, and the delicate way her hair framed her face. The urge to find her again, to claim her, consumed me like a hunger I didn’t fully understand. 

I forced myself to focus, to bury the unwanted pull she had over ne. But even as I rejoined the throng of laughing, scheming nobles, my thoughts remained with her. 

“She has to die. 

My father’s words froze me in place. 

I turned to him, my mask of indifference slipping for the briefest moment. “What?” 

“As soon as you get her,” he said, his voice calm and calculated, “you have to kill her. That’s the only way to ensure she doesn’t become a threat anymore. 

The world around me blurred, his words ringing in my ears. 

Kill her. 

And for the first time in a long time, I felt the weight of doubt.