ELENA'S POV Five years can turn a kingdom to dust. But more importantly, five years can turn a broken girl into a god. Nikolai had originally intended for us to strike the night of Kaelen's first royal gala, to unleash the Broken Fang while the Western Kingdom was drunk on wine. But a true queen does not rush a siege. We chose to let them starve first. For five long years, the Northern Shadow Coalition quietly choked their supply lines, bled their borders, and waited for the perfect moment to strike. Every failed harvest, every missing caravan, every border rebellion had been another invisible thread tightening around Kaelen's throne. He had searched for the enemy behind the attacks, never realizing the girl he had abandoned in the Dead Woods was the one patiently building the noose around his kingdom. Now, the grand ballroom of the High Council Citadel was a sickening sea of gold chandeliers, white marble, and fake smiles. Hundreds of the world’s most powerful Alphas, Lunas, an
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