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avy oak doors shut behind me with a reso

er the crystal chandeliers, but the air inside was suffocating. It was thick with the sharp scent of pine-Luna Queen

w Lycan King Ezekiel was watching me. My dormant White Wo

usta commanded from

ave of liquid fire radiating from the Silver barbs still embedded in my bac

heelchair, his pale face twisted in a

er Luna aura crashed down on me, trying to force my face back into the stone. "You humil

rious gaze. My operative training kicked in

ha Harold forged a death warrant against my mother, falsely accusing her of mating with a Rogue. He in

ack politics are beneath me. You still publicly rejected a Princ

hand to summo

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ows. It wasn't loud, but it vibrated through

d face. His abyssal black eyes locked onto mine. He saw right through me. He knew e

e of pure Lycan dominance swept through the room. It didn't crush me; instead, i

ing the amber liquid in his glass. "She was about to

iel was testing me. He was giving me ex

every ounce of my pride to deliver the ul

sper. "The years of abuse and the Silver whipped into my flesh have de

n the dead silenc

th of the Pack were everything, a barren fe

phed into something far more dangerous-a cold, c

mrests of her throne. "He dared to offer the Royal Pack a barren, defect

rked. The target on my back had just

didn't even

ing gasp ripped t

of his wheelchair so hard his knuckles were bone-white. His fa

t, the word tearing from hi

ng with manic, bloodshot red. A guttural, agonizing roar erupted from his c

lly, his body beginning to violently

ing with unnatural, terrifying spasms as hi