LOGINThird Person's POVVelda wasn't the type to just roll over and die. In her mind, being a homeless rogue was still a hell of a lot better than being a cold corpse.As long as she was still breathing, she believed she'd get a chance to show her fangs again.If the Northern Kingdom didn't have a place for her, some other territory would.She just had to stay mean and stay alive.Ulrik stared at her like she was talking in her sleep."What good is memorizing an escape route? Do you have any idea how many soldiers the Western Tribe brought? Hundreds! They have sixty or seventy elite guards alone. Me going in there as a lone wolf to bust you out isn't a rescue—it's a suicide mission.""You won't be alone," Velda said, her lips curling into a smirk. "Blackthorn will clear the way for you."Ulrik's breath hitched."Since I'm already in their hands, I'll find a way to make them demand Alpha Zander from Lycan Erasmus as a sacrifice to end this mess," she said, a malicious glint in her eyes."Th
Third Person's POVSince entering the dungeon, Velda had never shown such a weak side.Lucas knew very well that once tomorrow's negotiations concluded, Velda would inevitably be handed over to the Western Tribe delegation as a sacrificial offering to extinguish the fires of war.When that time came, death would be the most merciful gift; those bloodthirsty Western wolves would surely flay her alive.Out of a final shred of pity, Lucas made an exception and approved a meeting.Of course, it could only take place in the high-security depths of the dungeon.A squad of fully armed soldiers escorted Ulrik to the lowest level.The heavy iron door creaked open, the piercing screech echoing through the damp corridor.The jailers quickly retreated to the perimeter.To prevent Velda from using anything sharp to end her own life, even the metal buckles on Ulrik's combat boots had been forcibly removed before he was allowed inside.
Third Person's POVDamian's wolf refused to swallow the bitter pill of reality. He kept his neck stiff, barking back in denial."Impossible! I don't care if Adelaide has seen some action on the battlefield—no matter how good her technique is, there's no way she takes down one of our top melee masters!""The facts don't care about your feelings! Milo was hauled off like a stray dog! That 'master' of yours let politics and greed rot his predator instincts. His hunger for power capped his potential a long time ago.""Adelaide was forged in the most brutal death-drills since she was a pup. Do you pampered politicians even have a clue what kind of hell that is?"Damian just let out a dismissive snort.Even with the physical proof—Milo being shredded by her whip—his arrogance wouldn't let him believe a she-wolf could pack that much punch.If it had been Lance who did that to Milo, Damian wouldn't have said a word."
Third Person's POVAmpelio roared in frustration."By the time I arrived with the Capital Guard, they were swarming Luna Adelaide—over a dozen wolves against three. If I'd been a minute later, Luna Adelaide would've been dead in the street!"Dennis chimed in, his voice cold and sharp as he spoke in fluent Western dialect."Your people already wiped out every single member of the Frostfang pack, and now you won't even let Luna Adelaide live. Just how deep does your obsession with destroying the Frostfangs go?"Damian and Milo both caught their breath.In this entire geopolitical standoff, the Frostfang pack massacre was their biggest liability.To have members of a diplomatic delegation attempt to assassinate a high-ranking Gamma on the eve of negotiations was a death blow to their credibility.No nation would believe they came here for peace.Damian suddenly realized the truth: this was a masterfully laid trap.A snare built with a dozen assassins as bait, and he had skipped right int
Third Person's POVLance set down his glass and looked up.The fireplace was roaring, casting a sharp light that missed no detail in the private room.Lance's scent hadn't wavered once; he watched Damian with the calm certainty of a hunter who had just seen his prey step right into the snare.Damian finally snapped out of his shock and sprinted down the stairs.In the first-floor lobby, several wolves in guard uniforms were talking to the messenger.The one reporting was Ampelio. When he saw Damian, his face twisted with rage."Gamma Damian, what is the Western Tribe playing at? You actually tried to assassinate our Gamma Adelaide?"Damian scanned the room. Adelaide was nowhere to be seen.He realized then that he'd been played—either they hadn't moved at all, or the plan had leaked, and they were trying to bait him into a confession.There was no way Milo could fail. Over a dozen elite assassins against thr
Third Person's POVBobby knew Damian had the full backing of Lycan Orion, so he didn't even bother with the fake respect for Helia anymore."I don't see it that way," Bobby said coldly. "If they're willing to back down, we talk. If they won't budge an inch, we fight. Snatching Adelaide is just giving them a taste of their own medicine—exactly what Velda did to our Crown Prince.""If war breaks out, Adelaide is the Doyle family's glass jaw. Just like when Pierce signed that pathetic treaty to save the Prince, the Doyles will fold to save her."Helia's eyes burned with a white-hot fury."You are beyond stupid. Pierce did what he did because Velda caught the Crown Prince. You think a Gamma like Adelaide carries the same weight as the future Lycan King?""Do you even know the Alphas of the Doyle family?! You've poked a nest of monsters."Bobby remained unimpressed. He was certain that with Milo leading the hit, there was no way they
Third Person's POVCassius ignored Julius's outburst and continued to instruct the people around him, "Let the Capital Guard and the recorder come in.""Father!" Julius turned to Publius, whose face had turned pale.His tone was pleading, "Just let them in like this? Where wi
Third Person's POV"Daphne, if they really wanted to take you away, they wouldn't be visiting with gifts at night," Aldrich said from his chair. "They would've come during the day with the Capital Guard."Daphne's eyes widened. "Oh!" she said, finally looking at Adelaide."Ga
Third Person's POV"Germain claims to be filial, so he should have sent you to care for your mother while he upheld his own filial duties. Instead, he lets you be unfilial. Isn't that suspicious?"Adelaide's question hung in the air, met with silence—everyone knew their words would be recorded.Bei
Third person's POVRowena didn't immediately dissolve the mating bond between Winslow and Wanda. Instead, she first launched an internal investigation within the pack.Until the results came out, Wanda was placed under house arrest.But in reality, the dissolution of their bo







