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    Rosa had been in the kitchen, directing the chefs in preparing stimnt energy drinks for the night ahead.


    Her movements were steady and practiced as she asionally brushed against the ingredients,pletely unaware of the storm brewing in the mansion.


    The kitchen’s remote location meant she only heard the news long after it had happened. By the time she rushed to the main courtyard, the wolf doctor had already been summoned.


    The air was a miasma of sandalwood, blood, and herbal pheromones.


    She witnessed the women, who should have been confined to the basement dungeon, now scattered across the room.


    Their pheromones ranged from terror to numbness. Coupled with the sight of the Capital Guard and patrols, Rosa realized Madison’s darkest secret would soon be exposed.


    Hervender pheromones quivered with momentary panic, like petals caught in a gust, before steadying. A wave of relief washed over her–no matter the oue, it was finallying to an end.


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    She leaned against the doorframe and slid to the floor, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the frame, wolf ears drooping in resignation.


    But the battle in the basement dungeon raged on.


    Ulrik, though managing to take down several foes, was now wounded in multiple ces.


    His cedar pheromones,ced with the copper tang of blood, signaled his shifting hands had long given way to silver wolf ws.


    Despite his agility in dodging fatal strikes, seven or eight gashes adorned his shoulders and forearms, oozing blood.


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    Alpha blood coursed through his veins, prompting the wounds to heal, yet pain began to dull his movements.


    His wolf ws curled weakly in his palms, leaving bloody marks.


    For the first time in what felt like ages, Ulrik confronted the visceral fear of death.


    His cedar pheromones froze like a cial surface, each breath trembling, pupils scattering with blood loss, and wolf cars losing their ustomed alertness.


    Memories of his first deployment to the Bloodscar Border battlefield surfaced–a time when he’d been swarmed by enemies, their wolf ws nearly tearing his throat.


    He owed his life to Alpha Zander’s son, who had sacrificed an arm to block the lethal blow.


    The metallic stench of blood from that day still haunted his nostrils, a reminder of past encounters with death.


    A momentarypse left him floored, his back mming against the stone steps.


    Cedar pheromones spiraled chaotically as a pair of frost–edged wolf ws lunged


    toward his face.


    His pupils contracted to slits, and he,‘scrambled to roll away, ultimately finding himself at Madison’s feet.


    An aura of ebony pheromones, suffocating in its intensity, engulfed him, constricting his breath.


    “Go to hell!” Madison’s visage contorted with rage, her hands shifting instantly to reveal jet–ck wolf ws, sharp as razors.


    She swiped downward at his chest, knuckles whitening with the force, the ws slicing the air with a faint whistle.


    Ulrik raised his arms in a desperate block, wolf ws shing against hers.


    Sparks flew as their ws met, his palms split open, blood staining the tips of his


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    Struggling to rise, two wolf guards leaped at him from behind, their ws aimed at his vulnerable back.


    At this critical juncture, the Capital Guard poured in.


    Ellen soared down from the staircase, wolf ws gleaming like steel, wolf tail trailing a lethal arc.


    With a kick to one guard and a crushing blow to another’s shoulder, Ellen stood firm, shielding Ulrik.


    The fight persisted, but under Ellen’smand, the elite wolf warriors fought with panther–like ferocity.


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    Pinned down by the cold press of ws against their skin, ironwood pheromones dissipated into submission. Heads hung low, ears drooping, they surrendered all fight.


    Madison, though braced for the copse, was unprepared for the swift and sudden rout. Her limbs gave way, and she crumpled to the ground.


    Capital Guards, torches aloft, illuminated the basement dungeon—a cache of weapons, not a prison.


    The sight of gunpowder struck fear into Ellen’s heart. “Extinguish the torches!” he barked.


    As darkness fell, the glint of weapons under dim light told a grim tale.


    All present understood its implications.


    Allen ordered the wounded, including Ulrik, to be carried out for treatment. The rest of the wolf guards were apprehended.


    Madison, left to the guard’s watch, was confined to Princess Manor–free to move but prohibited from leaving.


    What came next was beyond Ellen’s authority.


    He stationed men at the dungeon entrance and assigned others to monitor


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    Madison, awaiting Lycan Erasmus’s orders.