The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 171

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For a long moment after her previous words, the room remained suspended in a heavy, thoughtful silence, the kind that carried not rejection-but calculation.

Iva could feel it.

The weight of their attention.

The gravity of what she had just suggested.

So when she spoke again, her voice came more carefully this time, softer-but still firm.

“I… don’t want to choose any packs.”

The statement landed with quiet finality.

King William’s brows drew together slightly, confusion flickering across his otherwise composed expression.

“But being the Messenger,” he replied slowly, his tone measured, “is a gift bestowed upon you by the Goddess herself.”

He leaned forward just a fraction, his sharp gaze locking onto hers.

“It would not be… fair… to withhold it.”

The implication was clear.

Power came with obligation.

Selective or not.

Iva blinked, then suddenly smiled-small, almost sheepish-as realization dawned.

“I think… I didn’t express myself properly.”

That caught their attention again.

Caleb’s lips twitched faintly at the corner, recognizing that tone.

She wasn’t backing down.

She was clarifying.

“You got me wrong,” she continued, her voice gaining a bit more confidence. “I don’t want to withhold anything.”

Her fingers curled lightly on the table as she leaned in just slightly.

“But I think it’s unfair that only certain packs get selected.”

A pause.

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“So… I decided to help as many as I can.”

This time, the silence that followed was different.

Heavier.

Because now, they understood.

Queen Rita’s expression shifted first, her warmth still present-but now layered with concern.

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“But that would be… incredibly draining,” she said gently. “To travel across territories, to meet every pack, to carry that burden continuously…”

Her gaze softened.

“How would that even work, child?”

It wasn’t dismissal.

It was practicality.

And for a brief second, Iva hesitated.

Then-

She spoke.

“The idea came to me when I was admitted to the Academy.”

That alone drew immediate attention.

Caleb’s head turned slightly toward her.

The king’s eyes narrowed, intrigued.

“In the academies,” Iva continued, “there are students from all packs. Not just Elites-but promising individuals, future leaders, warriors, strategists… people who will shape their packs one day.”

Her voice steadied, gaining momentum as the idea unfolded.

“And most of them are around the age where majority are searching for a match.”

A small breath.

“So… what better place to start?”

The words settled slowly.

Deliberately.

“To match those who are just turning eighteen… before politics, expectations, or alliances interfere.”

The queen’s eyes widened slightly.

The king went still.

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Caleb watched her.

Intently.

“It would give every pack a fair start,” Iva added, quieter now, but no less certain.

King William leaned back slowly, as if needing distance to fully process what he had just heard.

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“You are suggesting…” he began, his voice carrying a note of disbelief, “that you would return to the Lycan Academy…”

A pause.

“And match fated pairs there?”

Iva met his gaze directly.

And nodded.

“Yes.”

Simple.

Unshaken.

Unapologetic.

Silence followed again-but this time, it wasn’t tension.

It was impact.

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