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Third Person's POV"Not only that, but doing this will crush the morale of the soldiers and civilians at the Bloodscar border. They'll think you're intentionally protecting Ulrik while pinning every ounce of guilt on Alpha Zander, the man who spent his life guarding our frontiers."Lycan Erasmus's teacup slammed onto the floor tiles, shards of porcelain flying as the tea seeped into the cracks of the stone.Lycan Erasmus's chest was heaving, and his pressure suddenly tightened—a drop in atmospheric weight like the calm before a hurricane. The very air in the hall grew thin."You overstep your bounds!"Fabian's body jolted. He stole a terrified glance at the Lycan King before turning to Lance, his voice frantic. "Alpha Lance, stop! Not another word!"Lycan Erasmus stood up from his chair. He loomed over the kneeling Lance, his eyes as cold as frost-covered blades. For a long moment, there was only silence.When he finally spoke, his voice was chilling."So, your obedience all these yea

Third Person's POVThe breath of the low-ranking marshals in the interrogation room grew shallow.Even though Velda's scent was mostly suppressed by the silver chains, a residual force still leaked out, instinctively making them recoil a step.Lucas picked up on her outburst immediately."Is that so? Well, if Ulrik didn't know, then it was even more impossible for Alpha Zander to know."He turned to the clerk and jerked his chin. "Record that: Velda testifies that neither Ulrik nor Alpha Zander had prior knowledge.""NO!!!" Velda roared, the veins in her neck bulging. "I never said that!""There are plenty of wolf officials in this room listening," Lucas said coldly. "You don't get to change your story whenever you feel like it."Velda opened her mouth to argue, but the words died in her throat. She looked at the circle of stony-faced officers, then down at the silver chains already burning her wrists a raw, angry red.S

Third Person's POVAs those bloody details transformed into cold words and poured into his ears, even Lycan Erasmus—a monarch seasoned in the cruelest political infighting—felt his wolf stir with rage."Bang!"The King brought his palm down hard on the obsidian desk, making the sterling silver candlesticks hum with the vibration."That she-wolf is nothing but a mindless, raving lunatic!" he barked.Lucas remained prostrate at the base of the steps, fully understanding Lycan Erasmus' explosion.Even as the lead interrogator, hearing those specifics in the room had sent a bone-chilling shiver straight down his spine.Lucas felt a wave of relief that Velda had only leveraged her military merit to seek a mating with Ulrik.If she were like Adelaide—holding massive military command—she would have been a catastrophic liability for the entire nation's army."Has Alpha Lance seen these specific transcripts yet?"After venting his fury, Lycan Erasmus rubbed his aching temples and asked the que

Third Person's POVCaldwell paused for a moment, seemingly searching his mind for the right words to describe the neighboring ruler."Lycan Orion is an extremely dangerous Alpha. He spent years fighting alongside the late Crown Prince and commands immense respect across the Western clans. But only a handful of wolves know the truth: beneath that facade, his true nature is that of a total bloodthirsty psychopath.""In the past, Princess Helia and the Crown Prince kept his dark side on a very tight leash. With Pierce constantly there to talk him down, he never fully exposed his thirst for blood. That's exactly why Helia fought so hard to put him on the throne over the others. Unfortunately, she probably didn't anticipate that in Orion's mind, the survival of the entire kingdom doesn't weigh as much as his hunger for revenge for his dead brother."Adelaide gripped the stone railing of the terrace, a cold smirk playing on her lips as she finished Caldwell's thought."Helia is always worri

Third Person's POV"Alpha Damian," Lance's voice was low and melodic, yet it carried a chill that could freeze blood."We met on the battlefield many years ago. Do you remember?"While Lance wasn't as massive or rugged as Damian—who was built like a grizzly bear—the sheer, dominant pressure radiating from his body was far more potent.Under this display of rank-based suppression, Damian's wolf instinctively recoiled.He was forced to retract his wandering gaze and turn his head, offering Lance a strained, tight smile.Just moments ago, while speaking with his aide Silas, Damian had used only the language of the Western Tribe, feigning an arrogant inability to understand the capital's dialect.But now, under Lance's direct pressure, he spoke in near-perfect, standard capital tongue."How could I forget?" Damian let out a dry, forced chuckle."It's been years, Alpha Lance. You're certainly not that pup on the b