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Chapter 99: The Two Wolves

Author: Cat Stories
last update publish date: 2026-04-13 08:23:53

The West Wing suite has changed.

It used to be a cage. Then it was a sanctuary. Now, it is a fortress within a fortress.

Aureliano is gone. He is locked in the East Wing, brooding over his bloodline, drinking himself into a stupor to forget that he slept with his sister.

But his absence has created a vacuum. And nature abhors a vacuum.

Ciro and Spadino have filled it.

They are everywhere.

When I wake up, Ciro is sitting in the armchair, watching me sleep. When I take a bath, Spadino is sitting
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