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23. Chapter

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2026-01-11 14:07:21

The room was suffocatingly silent, as if even the walls were holding their breath. The fire in the fireplace had long since died out, and only the cold light of the moon cast long, ghostly shadows across the floor.

The moment I stepped inside, I felt it. Something was wrong. Alexander stood by the window with his back to me, motionless, his arms crossed. I could see his shoulders tense, and the tension radiating from his body seemed to vibrate in the air itself. I closed the door behind me with a soft click.

“Your Majesty…” I began, but my voice died in my throat.

He turned slowly. His gaze was dark and hard. I knew at once that I was no longer facing the man I had come to know before. This was the side everyone feared, the king who did not ask twice.

“So the rebel has arrived,” he said quietly, but his voice came from deep within, like a threatening growl. “The terrifying white wolf who makes half the harem jealous and whom half the palace would gladly see dead.”

I went numb. My ches
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