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Asa glanced back at the rabbit doll, her gaze locking onto it for a while before she remembered to respond to Paisley.
With a modest smile, she said, "Oh, not really. It's just a bit of fun."
The Sunbrew Café offered a wide variety of exquisite pastries. Even a simple honey pancake was sweet without being cloying, soft and delicious.
Paisley took a bite and said with a smile, "When I was little, I loved these sweet pancakes. Our family chef didn'
Third Person's POVPrincess Helia led her exhausted team out of the Protocol Hall and back to their quarters.The Northern officials, however, didn't leave. They stayed behind, locked in a heated strategy session for the next round of talks.Cyrus joined the discussion, pointing out a critical red line."We absolutely cannot agree to the third condition regarding food supplies. The Western Tribe suffered a brutal winter last year, and their army is starving. If we send them those rations, we are literally feeding the enemy so they can better attack our own soldiers on the battlefield!"He paused, adding firmly, "Furthermore, Lycan Erasmus has made it clear: there will be no retreat from our current border lines!"After speaking his piece, Cyrus left, feeling a sense of relief. Lance's performance at the table today had given him the confidence that the North's interests were in good hands.Meanwhile, in the cold, damp cells of the Roy
Third Person's POVHelia was the first to break the heavy silence.Her voice carried the unmistakable aura of a Lycan's command."Your nation unilaterally tore up the pact to protect civilians and spare prisoners of war. It was an atrocity that angered the Moon Goddess. However, our slaughter of the Frostfang Pack was equally a bloody transgression."Her eyes burned like torches as she continued, "If these negotiations are to proceed, both sides must acknowledge these blood-stained facts. Only on this foundation can true discussions begin."The translators quickly relayed her words.Lance and Elias exchanged a look and nodded in agreement.With that, the high-stakes negotiation that would decide the fate of two kingdoms officially commenced.The Western Tribe didn't waste time on pleasantries; they laid out five non-negotiable conditions.First, a formal apology from the Northern Kingdom to the slaughtered civilians of t
Third Person's POVThe Northern officials were willing to offer formal apologies, gold, and mineral resources for the Snowdeer Town massacre. However, their primary goal was to secure a chance for a fair hearing rather than facing the tens of thousands of Western troops currently massed at the border.The Western diplomats distributed the parchment dossiers regarding the Snowdeer Town incident.Included were numerous gruesome eyewitness accounts—the truth as reconstructed by the Western soldiers who had been captured alongside the Crown Prince and later managed to escape.The civilians of Snowdeer Town had not been entirely wiped out; survivors hiding in cellars and snow pits had witnessed the hellish slaughter firsthand.In these documents, the identity of the late Crown Prince was scrubbed, using the alias "Rowan" instead.But Lance and Elias knew the truth: "Rowan" was actually Crown Prince Lucian.As Lance and his team read
Third Person's POVBy bringing up the assassination attempt and demanding a formal response before the actual negotiations even started, Lance appeared candid and sincere, but he was actually applying massive psychological pressure on the Western delegation.In fact, the Western envoys almost wished Lance would be sleazier—they wanted him to use the incident as a blatant bargaining chip. That way, both sides could drop the pretense of diplomatic grace and get straight to the cutthroat business of national interests.At this moment, every member of the delegation—except for Bobby Potter—was cursing Damian in their hearts.A trigger-happy idiot like him thought he could replace Pierce? Utterly delusional.Lance maintained a calm gaze, locked in a silent standoff with his counterparts.He knew this was a psychological war of attrition. The Westerners held the "Bloodscar Massacre" card; they should have been the ones roaring in
Third Person's POVCaldwell quickly wrapped up his briefing, summarizing the recent movements following the Palace banquet, specifically the suspicious shifts within the Blue Abyss and Silverlights.The moment the report ended, Klein turned his gaze toward Lance."None of that matters right now. You're the Alpha heading the negotiations tomorrow. Everything depends on whether your fangs are sharp enough. Now, get out and go to sleep."Lance knew better than to argue with an order from Klein.He stood up immediately, but as he reached the door, curiosity got the better of him."You said Mentor Irene blew up the courtyard—how did that actually happen?"Caldwell began signaling frantically for Lance to shut up, but Lance wasn't looking his way."She was playing with that dangerous alchemical powder. It got out of control. It went off," Klein answered, his face an unreadable mask."Wait," Lance said, sounding surprised
Third Person's POVPrunella snapped her back straight. "Yes, sir!"Caldwell's eyes lit up as he listened.He had already planned on keeping the Silverlight estate under 24-hour surveillance, but Klein's idea to turn Alpha Howell into a penniless rogue before he even reached Hudson City was beautifully twisted. He absolutely loved the plan.Klein let out another cold snort."And don't think I'm giving you the cold shoulder for no reason. Your mentor, Irene, was up on the Shadow Peaks messing with alchemical black powder and managed to turn my courtyard into a pile of rubble! Not only that, she ordered me to the capital to help you deal with this mess. So, my mood is terrible!"Craig and Prunella traded a subtle, knowing glance.Irene was tinkering with black powder again?Back when they first heard Adelaide was heading to the front lines, Irene started refining dangerous powders in her lab like a madwoman. She'd tried it before,
Third Person's POVWhen Priscilla heard that Adelaide was angry with Luna Skye, her amber pheromones exploded. The Alpha aura in them made Beata's wolf hairs on her neck flatten instantly.She was so angry that her wolf claws grew half an inch and left shallow marks on the floor after she stamped h
Third Person's POVThe Bloodmoon Pack was in chaos, and the Soulrend Pack was no better.When Old Luna learned her precious grandson had lost his status as the family heir and couldn't inherit the Soulrend Pack, she caused a commotion for days, insisting on seeing Clarissa.H
Third Person's POVGloria stormed back from the Jewelry Store, screaming like a maniac. She was such a shrew, as bad as Velda.She claimed she'd get a check from the Ironclaw Pack, but her tantrum was truly disheartening."Who told her to put on airs? She has no one but herself to blame," Rosemary
Third Person's POVOver at Madison's place, Adelaide wasn't worried. Lance and Caldwell were on the case.She was more concerned about Melinda.Georgina had visited, mentioning that Melinda had broached the topic of dissolving her mating bond with Luna Skye, only to be firmly rejected.Since then,







