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    Caldwell paused for a moment, seemingly searching his mind for the right words to describe the neighboring ruler.


    “Lycan Orion is an extremely dangerous Alpha. He spent years fighting alongside thete Crown Prince andmands immense respect across the Western ns. But only a handful of wolves know the truth: beneath that facade, his true nature is that of a total bloodthirsty psychopath.”


    “In the past, Princess Helia and the Crown Prince kept his dark side on a very tight leash. With Pierce constantly there to talk him down, he never fully exposed his thirst for blood. That’s exactly why Helia fought so hard to put him on the throne over the others. Unfortunately, she probably didn’t anticipate that in Orion’s mind, the survival of the entire kingdom doesn’t weigh as much as his hunger for revenge for his dead brother.”


    Adide gripped the stone railing of the terrace, a cold smirk ying on her lips as she finished Caldwell’s thought.


    “Helia is always worried about the pack’s lineage and the kingdom’s future. She was naive enough to think that once he became Lycan King, Orion would put the nation’s interests first.”


    Caldwell nodded in agreement, his voice turning somber.


    “Now, Helia has likely seen the full extent of Orion’s madness. That’s why she’s leading this delegation herself to keep things under control. For our current negotiations, that’s actually a point in our favor.”


    “But we have to watch Damian,” he added. “He’s like a viper in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to sink his fangs into Pierce’s throat and take his ce.”


    Since returning from the border, the ckthorn intelligencework had been working overtime. They had already mapped out the backgrounds of the Western Tribe’s core royals.


    The Second Prince had inherited some territory but was a gically mediocre Alpha.


    The Third Prince was the current Lycan King, Orion.


    The Fourth <i>Prince </i>was a warrior on par with Orion, but his wolf was savage and merciless–he was known for torturing prisoners for sport and was backed by a massive, powerful faction of ns.


    This was why Helia had been so desperate to secure Orion’s session.


    Without her support, the crown would have fallen to a tyrant.


    Even now, Orion hasn’t fully gained control over the Fourth Prince’s supporters, who still eye the throne with greed.


    This internal fracture was the primary reason the Western peace faction was so dead–set against an external war.


    As for the Fifth and Sixth Princes, they were twins born with such weak wolves that they were lucky to have survived to adulthood.


    The Seventh Prince was only a twelve–year–old pup, but his mother’s n was allied with the Fourth Prince, making that faction even more formidable.


    Adide’s gaze shifted from the high–ranking male royals to the three female Lycans in the procession.


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    Although their names were scrubbed from the roster, the fact that the Wester Tribe allowed female Lycans to join a diplomatic mission–and step into the center of power–showed a level of inclusion far beyond the Northem Tribe’s rigid standards.


    A flicker of envy shed in the depths of Adide’s eyes.


    “Does the Western Tribe have an official selection process for female wolves to join the government?” she asked softly.


    Standing behind her, Lance shook his head, his deep voice carrying on the wind.


    “There’s no open selection. For a female Lycan to enter politics, she usually needs the backing of a major n. They do have a Royal Academy specifically for training female wolves, with an internal evaluation every three years, but… they only pick three wolves each time.”


    “It’s less of an evaluation and more of a bloody, desperate diator match for a single spot.”


    Adide followed the silhouettes of the female Lycans until they vanished around the corner.


    She murmured. “Three every three years… slowly, there will be more and more female wolves in high ces. One day, their voices will shake the entire country.”


    Lance watched the flicker of ambition and longing in her eyes. His throat tightened, but he swallowed the words he wanted to say.


    The reality was much crueler than she imagined.


    Those triennial selections were just a carrot on a stick–a hollow illusion of progress.


    In the Western power structure, the promotion path for females was hit with a ss ceiling; those who made it to mid–to–high levels were usually relegated to pce logistics and busywork, with no seat at the table for actual matters of state or war.


    Suddenly, Lance’s sharp gaze locked onto a figure among the Western elite guards.


    He stared at a face that was expressionless, almost death–like.


    In that instant, Lance’s Alpha instincts screamed a warning. He could smell it–hidden beneath the scent of polished armor was a faint, yet hauntingly familiar, trace of blood.


    That guard… was definitely a problem.


    As the Western delegation disappeared behind the massive iron gates of their quarters, the three wolves on the terrace withdrew. The air felt as heavy as lead.


    Tomorrow night, Lycan King Lycan Erasmus would host a grand Royal Banquet in the Great Silver Hall.


    Every wolf of royal blood and every noble in the capital was expected to attend in full regalia.


    True peace talks wouldn’t happen over dinner and wine, but that room–packed with the shing pheromones of powerful Alphas -would be the first battlefield where both sides tested limits and bared their fangs.


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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.