The Packhouse was bracing like it knew a storm was coming. Pack members rushed down the endless green-and-gold corridors carrying trays of crystal and bottles of wine like they were handling holy relics. Guards lined the walls in silver-detailed armour polished until it gleamed under the chandeliers. The air itself was different—thick, charged, alive. I could feel the wards humming faintly in the bones of the house, as though they were preparing themselves for something massive.Everyone knew why.The Supreme Alphas were arriving today, and with them, the Triplet Lycan Kings—Tristan, Lucas, and Hayden—the rulers of Lycandra and Lycan’Dra, the three men who even my Alphas would bow their heads to. The quads never bowed, not to anyone, but I’d heard them speak of the triplets with the kind of respect that came laced with old resentment. They were the only wolves alive stronger than my Alphas and The Supremes, the only ones who carried power that could silence entire packs without a word
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-11-15
