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Chapter 98

Author: Sabastine
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-26 18:10:23

Ashton's POV

Ashton obliged, the solid *thunk* of the latch echoing in the sudden silence. He walked to the massive mahogany desk, not sitting, resting his knuckles on its polished surface. He could feel the weight of his father’s judgment pressing down, the decades of expectation, the carefully constructed alliances now teetering on the brink.

"You look like hell," Thorne stated flatly, finally turning. His face was a mask of cold fury, eyes like chips of flint. The Alpha aura radiating from him was oppressive, designed to intimidate, to force submission.

Ashton didn’t flinch. He met his father’s gaze head-on. "Feels like it." His own voice was rough, stripped bare. He wasn’t going to play games. Not about this.

Thorne took a step closer, the air crackling with tension. "That display downstairs…" He paused, as if the memory was physically distasteful. "You humiliated Loveth Silvermane in front of half the pack, her father’s most trusted lieutenants, and elders from three allied terr
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