All Chapters of Reborn Saintess: The Lycan King’s Doomsday Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 53

The lower transit salon was an expansive, subterranean chamber lined with thousands of ancient leather-bound scrolls, its air thick with the heavy, dry scent of old parchment, wax seals, and centuries of preserved wolf lore. The only illumination came from a massive iron chandelier hanging from the vaulted ceiling, its tallow candles casting a flickering, amber glow across the long mahogany table where Lord Vane sat surrounded by four high-ranking northern trade envoys. The atmosphere inside the room was chokingly dense, filled with the low, secretive murmurs of a betrayal that was minutes away from being legally sealed."The human Regent has no understanding of the secondary transit tariffs, Lord Vane," the lead northern envoy sneered, his golden eyes flashing with a predatory greed as he slid a heavy parchment scroll across the table. "Once you sign these asset transfers, the northern packs will assume absolute control ov

The main hall of the lower logistics center was a sprawling, stone-walled warehouse filled with hundreds of wooden crates, heavy canvas grain sacks, and iron-bound shipping barrels. The air inside smelled strongly of dry wheat, old hemp ropes, and the sharp, bitter tang of activated containment wax. Outside, the midnight wind howled continuously through the open structural rafters, but inside the center of the floor, the atmosphere had settled into an absolute, chokingly heavy silence.Lord Vane’s primary sleeper agents—three high-ranking northern transport directors—sat lined up along the long mahogany accounting table, their faces turning a sickening, ashen shade of white as the heavy double doors of the warehouse were violently thrown open from the outside.I marched straight into the center of the hall, the charcoal leather of my structured tunic cutting a majestic, unyielding silhouette against the pale glare of the lanterns. Lord Alistair and the three High Council judges walked