All Chapters of My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The staged crisis at the nursery had thrown the Ironfang Pack into a state of controlled chaos. Elias, with his banner held high and his guards strategically positioned, had masterfully created an illusion of failure and imminent danger. The piercing sonic cries, amplified by Leila’s subtle disruption of the wards, had genuinely panicked some of the pack members, drawing guards away from their posts and sowing confusion.“Devon! Adriana! Your defenses are compromised!” Elias’s amplified voice boomed, laced with feigned concern. “By order of His Majesty, the royal heirs must be secured! Surrender them to my protection!”Adriana, her heart pounding with a fierce, protective rage, felt the immediate pull of her maternal instinct. The crying of George and Georgia, the sight of Elias’s smug facade, and the visible hesitation of some Ironfang guards threatened to overwhelm her. But then, she felt the steady anchor of her pack’s belief, the unwavering loyalty that had surged during their rec

The Ironfang Pack, emboldened by Elias’s blatant aggression and the resulting surge of righteous anger, was no longer content to merely defend itself. Devon, with Adriana and Joey at his side, had decided to seize the initiative, to turn Elias’s desperate ploy into an opportunity. The failed attempt on the twins, while terrifying, had unequivocally exposed Elias’s ruthlessness and the King’s manipulation, providing a powerful catalyst for diplomacy.Formal invitations were dispatched, not through royal channels, but via discreet, trusted messengers who knew the hidden trails and ancient routes leading to the territories of the Greyclaw and Stonefurrier packs. The messages were carefully worded, devoid of outright accusations but laden with the undeniable truth of Elias’s recent actions and Anya’s uncorrupted vision. They spoke of the Ironfang Pack as guardians of legacy and truth, and invited their leaders to a council of mutual understanding, a gathering to discuss the growing instab

The council chamber within the Ironfang stronghold hummed with a new energy. Lyra, the Greyclaw representative, had moved from passive listener to active participant. Her initial caution had dissolved, replaced by a growing concern that echoed the Ironfang’s own.“Alpha Caspian understands the importance of Anya’s vision of balance,” Lyra stated, her voice firm. “He has long felt that Elias’s machinations have been pushing the kingdom towards a dangerous precipice. Your account of the staged attack on the twins, and the proof you present, solidifies this belief. The Greyclaw Pack is prepared to offer its support. We will lend our warriors, not for a blind war, but to stand in defense of truth and Anya’s legacy. We will send a formal declaration of solidarity to Alpha Borin, urging him to do the same.”Devon inclined his head in gratitude. “Your support is invaluable, Lyra. my mother's legacy is not for one pack alone, but for the entire kingdom. Elias’s ambition threatens all of us.”

Silas returned to the Stonefurrier Pack’s territory bearing not only the Ironfang’s earnest plea but also the chilling weight of Elias’s thinly veiled threats. Alpha Borin, a wolf whose fur was as grizzled as his wisdom, listened intently as Silas recounted the council within the Ironfang stronghold and the Greyclaws' pledge of support. He then relayed Elias’s words, the manipulative charm and the underlying menace of royal displeasure.The Stonefurrier elders, gathered in their council circle, murmured amongst themselves. Borin watched them, his gaze steady, his mind weighing the precarious balance. The Ironfang's narrative resonated with their own values – truth, balance, and the protection of Anya's legacy. The Greyclaws' endorsement lent significant credibility to their cause. Yet, Elias's veiled threats were not to be dismissed lightly. The Crown’s favor, as he had pointed out, was a powerful force, and provoking it could have dire consequences for their pack.“Elias speaks of or

The mountain pass echoed with the amplified commands of the Royal Guard captain, his voice a stark contrast to the natural stillness of the Stonefurrier delegation’s quiet resolve. Alpha Borin stood firm, his wolves positioned in a defensive crescent, their hackles raised but their movements controlled. They were prepared for conflict, but not eager for it.“We will not return,” Borin stated, his voice low but carrying an unyielding authority. “We carry a message of truth and a plea for balance. If you stand between us and the late Queen Anya’s legacy, you stand against the very spirit of this kingdom.”The Royal Guard captain sneered. “The King’s decree is the spirit of this kingdom. And Elias, as Prince Regent, speaks for the King. Turn back, or be dispersed.” He gestured with his sword, and his guards shifted, their formation tightening, ready to advance.The air grew thick with tension. The Stonefurriers braced themselves, their paws digging into the rocky terrain. Just as the cap