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Chapter 14: Golden Cages and Shadow Vows

last update publish date: 2026-08-23 20:47:47

The heavy oak doors of Salvatore’s private sanctuary slammed shut with a thundering, definitive boom that echoed in my chest.

The sharp metallic click of the deadbolts engaging was followed by the low, reverberating thrum of ancient Lycan warding runes flaring to life across the archways. Salvatore had effectively locked down the entire royal wing, surrounding the perimeter with two dozen elite High Frost guards.

I was trapped.

I stood in the center of the cavernous, fur-draped bedchamber, my h
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