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"Why has the royal family issued a decree ordering the other packs to sever ties with my daughter?" Cyrus lets out a weary sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. A flicker of sadness, genuine or carefully crafted I can’t tell, dances in his eyes. "It's unfortunate, Rayn," he says, his voice heavy with regret. "But the King's hand is tied. He's gripped by fear of the Celestial wolves and their ability to create… those monstrosities." He gestures vaguely towards the window. "The Ashwalkers are unlike anything we've encountered before. Rogues with unnatural power, their origins shrouded in mystery. And the only ones who understand the workings of rogue magic… Well," he trails off, his gaze lock

Chapter 39 Mia is a werewolf "Sir, I found a list of companies and from my findings COMFY DESIGNS tops them all. From customer ratings and samples of their furniture it is awesome. And I also heard that the woman managing it draws out the designs herself." Ray ranted, checking the profile in awe. Asher didn't need to affirm if it was Mia’s company he was talking about. He had done his own personal research, both online and direct info from Adam, everything was about Mia’s company being the best choice.

Ashley thought that the Rose Academy was only on that level. Turned out the academy was actually the biggest department inside the company because they also took space down until Level 40, making it eleven levels in total for all the designers and models to work together. Level 50 was actually the main part where the products from designers were brought to be photoshoot and then put inside the AG Atelier fashion magazine called Fashion Atelier, similar to the name of the online shopping app that was owned by the company.

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.

The feeling that the control I thought I had is slowly slipping away becomes increasingly palpable. “Majesty, here is the report from the latest rebel attack.” Asher’s voice cuts through the silence of the office. He enters with firm steps, carrying a thick folder. His impeccable attire reflects his role as my trusted advisor. “The royal council wants to hold a meeting to discuss this.”

The council chamber smelled of smoke and polished wood. Candles burned in tall brass holders along the walls, their light reflecting off the gilded edges of the maps spread across the table. The city of Valoria lay in miniature there, every district rendered in ink and precision, the heart of the kingdom marked by the symbol of the crown. Adrian sat at the head of the table, but he did not feel like its master. His fingers drummed against the wood while the nobles murmured around him, their voices a tangle of fear and calculation.

And who was the other half stuck with? “Who’s the other idiot?” she asked, her voice tight, like it might snap. Roman’s mouth quirked, not quite grinning. “That’d be me.” It landed like a fist to her gut. She stared at him—this smooth-talking climber who’d kissed Dorian’s boots while she’d scraped by on cheap noodles and cheaper dreams. Fury flared, hot and ugly, but before she could tell him to choke on it, a black Rolls-Royce purred up the path, sleek as sin. The window rolled down, and there she was—Vivienne Ashford, Dorian’s widow, Sienna’s stepmother, blonde hair piled up like royalty, wrapped in fur despite the wet.

“I am Countess Petrova. I know nothing of Chicago.” He chuckled, a soft, dry sound that held no humor. “Oh, my dear child, let us not play these tiresome games. Your performance as the Countess was exquisite, truly. But I have made it my business to know the faces of my rivals. And the face of the brilliant art restorer who holds the heart of the new King of Ashes? That is a face I would not forget.” He took a step into the room, the door clicking softly shut behind him. “Isabella Rossi. It is a true, if foolish, pleasure to finally meet you.”

Bria growled in my mind, and I exhaled sharply. “When did you become a motivational coach, wolf,” I questioned her teasingly with my thoughts and she huffed back. After we met with our children, Henry told them all to stay for supper. I went out on the back porch to sit down, Remy and Linda joined me while the boys remained inside to share a bottle of liquor. “So what was the king like and his home?” Linda inquired. Sighing deeply, I said, “ King Aspen is a very handsome man with white silverish hair and black roots. He also has amazing ice-blue eyes, but his attitude and disposition are very ugly. The place is huge and typical for someone who is in that position.”