The Lycan King’s Mark (Nevara) by Tiffanie L. Campbell novel Chapter 117

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Chapter 117 – The Crown Chooses You

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The cake tasting ended with Michelle sneaking an extra box of samples into the car and Thoren declaring that if he didn’t get another slice of that honey–spiced pear one at the wedding, heads would roll.

I was still laughing by the time we pulled through the gates.

We got home just as the sun slipped behind the western cliffs, casting long golden shadows over the stone courtyard. Michelle disappeared with the box. Thoren went to check on something with Kael, promising to find me later.

Which left me with one mission.

I found Sabrina in the second–floor sitting room, curled into a chair with a book and a mug of something that smelled like cinnamon and cream.

She looked up and smiled when she saw me. “Back already?”

I plopped down on the couch across from her. “We survived. Barely. But I bring good news.”

She raised a brow. “Please tell me they added a frosting fountain.”

“Better.” I leaned forward, grinning. “You’re my maid of honor.”

Her book slipped off her lap. “Wait–what?”

“You heard me.”

Her mouth opened. Closed. “Is that… allowed?”

“Honestly? I don’t care,” I said, flopping back like this was the easiest decision in the world. “I’m marrying the king. Which makes me the queen. Which means if I say you’re standing up there with me, then you are. End of discussion.”

She blinked. “But I’m just-”

“Amazing. Loyal. Hilarious. Brave. You’re just the kind of person I want next to me on the biggest day of my life.” I leaned in again. “Please say yes. Don’t make me get weird about it. I will beg.”

She laughed. “You? Beg?”

“I’ll sob dramatically, I’ll fall on the floor. I’ll embarrass us both.”

“You’re already doing a little too much.”

“Because I really want you to say yes,” I said. “You’ve been my sanity, my sounding board, my reminder that I’m not completely losing it. You’ve earned that spot a hundred times over.”

Sabrina stared at me like she was still trying to process it all. “You’re serious.”

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“Deadly. And before you even start–I already picked out your dress.” I stood and grabbed the soft green. garment bag I’d hidden behind the door. “It’s sage. Simple. Elegant. You’re gonna look like the wind kissed a goddess.”

She stared. “I don’t have shoes that match.”

I smirked. “Please. Like I wouldn’t think of that.”

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes.”

There was a long pause. And then:

“Yes.”

I threw my hands in the air. “Ha! Victory!”

She laughed and shook her head, still clearly stunned. “You’re really something, you know that?”

“I’m a bride on a mission,” I said smugly. “Now go look at your dress before I cry and make it weird.”

She did. And the look on her face made every ounce of planning worth it.

Sabrina slipped the dress off the hanger, fingers trailing the lace neckline with something close to

reverence. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered.

“It’s yours,” I said simply, sitting back down. “We’ll have it tailored if it needs adjusting, but I think it’s going

to fit like a dream.”

“I’m going to try to on now.” She said as she stepped into the bathroom.

When she reemerged, the sage green flowed around her like it had been spun from mist and moonlight.

Her hands smoothed the skirt down with tentative strokes, as though she wasn’t quite convinced it was

real.

I smiled so wide it made my cheeks ache. “Told you. Wind–kissed goddess.”

Sabrina looked down at herself, then back at me. “I’ve never worn anything like this. I mean, I’ve helped

wash things like this–but wearing it?” Her voice caught. “I don’t even know who I am right now.”

“My maid of honor,” I said, standing to join her. “And someone who deserves to be seen like this.”

Before she could say anything else, there was a soft knock on the door.

A young maid–Carina, I thought her name was–peeked in with a manila envelope clutched to her chest. Apologies, Your Grace. This was delivered just now–marked urgent.”

Sabrina crossed the room, still barefoot in the gown, and took it with a thank you. She glanced at the label,

then frowned and handed it to me. “It’s addressed to you.”

I didn’t recognize the handwriting. But something about it made the hairs on my arms rise.

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I sat on the edge of the couch and opened the seal, sliding the contents out slowly.

One page. Genetics lab letterhead. Typed, clinical.

Paternity Test Results – Confirmed

Subject A: Thoren Cassious Veyr (Alpha King)

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Subject B: Jonas Harthorn

Relationship: Biological Father

My vision blurred at the edges.

I read it again.

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