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throat in the square. Felix's sword froze mid-swing above my shoulde

blackened steel armor with silver-alloy studs poured into the squar

a crimson dire wolf. It was the most feared emblem across th

ing werewolves in the square weak in the knees. Down the wide path they cleared, a burly officer pushed a hea

ance that pressed down on everyone's chests like a mountain. Lycans were the ancient, supreme rulers above all Alphas, and Gav

leaving only a pair of ice-blue eyes exposed. Those e

lix, dropped to their knees with a heavy thud. Their heads bowed to the dirt, forc

bleeding palms, using the sharp pain to fight off the crus

ke, his low, raspy voice scraping ag

s mud-caked face. "Y-Your Highness! It is this mad lowly woma

t hand, clad in a black leather glove, and the officer behi

ar mixed with thick blood wrapped around my nose, making my heart

u?" he ask

o his eyes, keeping my bre

ngers clamped around my throat like an iron vise, and with a terrifying s

, and my boots kicked in midair. Even as black spots danced in my vision, I dug my f

ie?" His voice droppe

eye, I saw Felix and Bianca staring up with wi

eezing out broken words between his iro

shrank to pinpricks. His tightenin

the stone ground, clutching my bruised neck as I

heelchair, the chill in his voice growing ten times heavier. "If you dare use

feet, and wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with the b

e in this world except me. Even your royal chief physicians can only watch helpless

e-blue eyes narrowed as he stared at my face, seemingl

houted from his knees, "Your Highness, do not listen to her lies! She is a wolfless piece of

d, his icy gaze slicing across Fel

to bark?" Gavin tapped his index finger once a