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Blossom, the bathhouse’s second in command, handed me a basket with brushes and lotion and patted my back, winking at me. “We’ll pray for you,” Ronda said, fighting back her laughter. “My lord,” I said to the prince, bowing before him. The wolf held my eyes for a heartbeat and jumped into the pool, laying down to rest his big head on his big paws. My eyes darted toward the Alpha, a few steps away. I breathed deep and saw him flap his ears. I needed to force myself to keep from holding my breath. The prince was as muddy and full of thorny prickles as the others. I poured the first bucket of warm water along his back, my bare hand running through his fur, and I felt him stiffen.

The guards didn’t need to be told twice. They ran. I stepped out, rolling my shoulders as I cracked my neck. It was time to end this. As I emerged from the underground prison, the sight that greeted me sent adrenaline surging through my veins. The Crescent Moon Packhouse was in flames. Warriors clashed in the streets, blood staining the ground. And at the center of it all, Miguel stood, his smirk cruel, his eyes gleaming with triumph. But the moment he saw me—free, burning with power—his expression faltered.

How it made his composed features even more striking, the way suffering always enhanced beauty. The warrior in Velis admired such restraint under pressure. The predator in him craved to see it shatter completely. Velis had endured countless of these empty rituals over the decades, parades of fattened nobles mouthing platitudes about peace while safely swaddled in privilege. But this one... this prince was different. He carried his lies like a penance. Wore his composure like a hairline-cracked mask. And Velis found himself wanting—no, needing—to see it break.

“Your Highness, have you met this enchanting creature as of yet? She goes by the name of Celina.” Prince Javier hummed before bowing his head low. He slowly stood back upright, and as the Prince did so, he let his gaze sweep up her body until he reached her eyes. Celina stared back, quite shocked at the burning look he gave her from beneath hooded eyes. "Are you engaged—” Javier began to say as he stepped forward, a pace effectively blocking Mr Pearl from both sight and mind. Her gut twisted at the deepening velvet of his voice, one that he indeed was using to his advantage just now. "-For this dance?"

Feeling some sort of relief, Jade continued towards the exhibit. The left-wing was nearly empty, save for an elderly woman standing in front of a collection of swords and a younger man who was wandering about. Jade started to walk around, stopping by now and then to view some of the artifacts on display. She was particularly interested in an elaborate costume that supposedly came from the collection of a princess who lived during the Qin dynasty. “I know someone who’d look good in that,” Jade thought as she pictured the dress on Marie. The mental image made her laugh a little too loud, much to the disapproval of the older lady.

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Nobles and warriors gathered, their eyes fixed on Fiel Davidal as he stood at the center, his victorious presence impossible to ignore. The Alpha Pharoah stepped forward, a smile that barely concealed his dark intent playing on his lips. “Today, we honor the champion, Fiel Davidal, who has proven himself worthy beyond measure. In celebration, you shall sail on your new yacht, a symbol of your strength and triumph.” Applause filled the room, but beneath the surface, tension simmered. Princess Ameerah watched from afar, her heart pounding as she clutched the vial containing the deadly potion and the golden wine glass with a red wine inside. As instructed by her father, she put the deadly potio

“I may have rejected you, but I did not break my promise.” “Your father and I had an understanding,” he snarled. “You and I did not,” she pointed out, with misplaced bravery. It only angered him more. “Get used to it,” the Prince said. “Soon, you will be subjected to so much more. I have to say I am looking forward to uncovering those tits myself." He waved a hand in the direction of the mercenaries. "Kiss them goodbye. You won’t be seeing either of them again.” Miriam knew she would never forget the smell of blood and dead rodents, the scratchy stubble and beards, the light eyes of men she had come to regard, however impossibly, as friends. Ketil’s men. Some of them, at least.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

They'd live to see peace again. The letter was dropped as Cesar hugged Drinks of Waterfall and Three Horses, so I took the opportunity and read it. Sarki Raye-Raye Da Wolves, Sarki Raye-Raye Da Wolves, I come to you with this treaty to be able to negotiate terms. I am Prince Titus Auerelis of Pateros. My mother is Queen Amelie Ophelia, and my wife, Princess Sera of the iron kingdom, Bellechester. Since this Vengeance War has