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    As those bloody details transformed into cold words and poured into his ears, even Lycan Erasmus–a monarch seasoned in the cruelest political infighting–felt his wolf stir with rage.


    “Bang!”


    The King brought his palm down hard on the obsidian desk, making the sterling silver candlesticks hum with the vibration.


    “That she–wolf is nothing but a mindless, raving lunatic!” he barked.


    Lucas remained prostrate at the base of the steps, fully understanding Lycan Erasmus‘ explosion.


    Even as the lead interrogator, hearing those specifics in the room had sent a bone–chilling shiver straight down his spine.


    Lucas felt a wave of relief that Velda had only leveraged her military merit to seek a mating with Ulrik.


    If she were like Adide–holding massive militarymand–she would have been a catastrophic liability for the entire nation’s


    army.


    “Has Alpha Lance seen these specific transcripts yet?”


    After venting his fury, Lycan Erasmus rubbed his aching temples and asked the question in a frigid tone.


    Lucas’s heart skipped a beat. He knew damn well that Lance had already forced the issue by “inviting” Ulrik before Lycan Erasmus had officially signed off.


    He fought to keep his pulse steady, suppressing any scent that might betray his lie, and answered cautiously:


    “Lycan Erasmus, the moment Velda confessed these details, I sealed the files and brought them directly to you for review.”


    Lycan Erasmus was clearly satisfied with that answer.


    His oppressive aura receded slightly, and he waved a hand dismissively.


    “Send them to Lance. While the Ministry of Justice technically has no jurisdiction here, Alpha Zander is Adide’s family. As her mate, Lance can’t exactly sit on the sidelines and do nothing. Let him look into it as well.”


    Lucas was stunned.


    Lycan Erasmus was officially giving Lance the green light to step into this political whirlpool?


    He had expected friction or even a fallout between Lycan Erasmus and the Alpha over this case.


    Maintaining his outwardposure, Lucas pressed his right hand to his chest and bowed.


    “Understood. I will head to the ckthorns immediately.”


    Stepping out of Lycan Erasmus‘ study, Lucas felt like he had just cheated death.


    He didn’t waste a second, heading straight for the ckthorn territory to coordinate their stories so they wouldn’t get caught in a


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    Lucas had been living on the edge since taking this case because Lance had been pulling so many strings from the shadows.


    Now that Lycan Erasmus had personally authorized Lance’s involvement, Lucas could follow the Alpha’s lead without looking over his shoulder.


    Being a smart man, Lucas knew this wasn’t just a war crime trial; it was a high–stakes diplomatic chess match.


    If he seeded, the King wouldn’t necessarily reward him, but if he failed, losing his rank–or his head–would be the least of his


    worries.


    With Alpha Lance in charge, a massive weight was lifted off Lucas’s shoulders.


    His original n was to see if Lance would personally take a statement from Alpha Zander to save him the trouble.


    However, Lance coldly refused. He only agreed to keep their stories aligned before Lycan Erasmus but demanded that the Royal Marshals handle Zander strictly ording to legal procedure.


    Lucas sighed inwardly but epted it.


    Now that Velda’s lies were exposed, being extra respectful toward Alpha Zander was simplymon sense.


    That evening, at the ckthorn dinner table, Lance delivered the news everyone had been waiting for: Velda’s mental walls had crumbled. She was no longer trying to drag Alpha Zander down with her.


    And the good news kepting. Prune had finally reached the capital.


    She arrived covered in the dust and frost of the North, but she didn’te alone. She brought back two Western Tribe agents who had managed to survive the initial purge.


    Lance spent the night moving these key prisoners to the Marshal’s cells.


    The interrogators were nearly howling with excitement.


    For one, they had finally connected the dots on the assassins who escaped after the Frostfang massacre. Secondly, these captives were the smoking gun the Northern Tribe needed to prove that the ughter of Adide’s pack was a calcted, pre–nned act of revenge by the Western Tribe.


    This would be their sharpest weapon at the negotiating table..


    To ensure her safety, Prune stayed at the ckthorn estate.


    She knew Adide was walking a tightrope right now and refused to leave her side.


    Now, all the ws were out. They were just waiting for the Western delegation to arrive.


    Inside the ckthorn territory, every wolf–from the guards on the perimeter to the generals in the war room–was wound as <b>tight </b>as a bowstring.


    The only exception was Lycan Luna Prisci.


    The aristocratic she–wolf, a veteran of a thousand court battles, seemedpletely unfazed by the gathering storm.


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    She knew the Western ambassadors weren’ting for a friendly visit, but she also knew that bloody geopolitical games weren’t hers to y.


    The country had raised plenty of Alphas with sharp fangs for exactly this reason. They would find a way, and it certainly wouldn’t be allowed to interfere with her afternoon tea.


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    <strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.