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Blood of the Nest

ผู้เขียน: G.V.STELLARIS
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-08-18 13:05:02

Lawrence’s POV

The metal falcon dissolved into a flash of golden dust—but the silence it left behind in the Imperial Pavilion cut far deeper.

My Betrothed.

That accursed phrase kept echoing inside my skull, stoking a blind, burning fire in my chest. My wolf clawed to break free—demanding blood, territory, and absolute possession. There was no room left for reason; the primal instinct of the pack had seized hold of every thought in my head.

I strode across the tent in heavy strides and stopped a
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