The soaring vaulted ceilings of the grand cathedral seemed to hold their collective breath, pressing down upon the hundreds of assembled noble lords, foreign Alphas, and continental delegates in a suffocating silence. High above in the ancient arches, ruby, sapphire, and gold light filtered through the magnificent stained-glass windows, casting long, fractured shadows across the polished marble floor. Yet, despite the sacred splendor of the temple, the atmosphere was charged with the volatile, crackling tension of an impending execution.At the top of the marble altar steps stood Lady Celeste Ashmoor, her white lace veil trembling as she pressed the silver chalice forward, desperate to force her poisoned dark binding draught past the lips of the supreme pack ruler.Seraphina sat rigidly in the plush velvet-cushioned bench of the front row, her hands resting flat and protectively over the gentle swell of her rounded stomach. Beneath the dark fabric of her elegant gown, her unborn twins
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