The king’s private study smelled of old leather, cedar smoke, and barely contained fury.Lucien paced the length of the long room like a caged beast. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the walls, heavy tomes on law, war, and lycan lineage staring down in silent judgment. A massive fireplace roared at one end, though the flames did little to warm the chill that had settled in his bones since the training yard.Rowan lounged in one of the high-backed chairs near the fire, legs stretched out, one boot tapping idly against the leg of the table. He swirled a glass of dark wine, watching his brother with the lazy amusement of someone who knew exactly which buttons to press.“You could have stayed longer in the yard,” Rowan said. “The view was quite entertaining.”Lucien stopped pacing. Turned. His eyes were flat silver, the storm inside them barely leashed.“Do not play games with me today, Rowan.”Rowan raised an eyebrow. “I’m not the one playing games. You are. You saw him. Half-naked, sc
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