Chapter 233 The Banished
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I stood at the center of the hall, Gold Pack’s incense thick in the air. Leslie approached, her pale dress flowing like water, the steward’s face drawn and uneasy, while Damian and Lucian struggled to mask their excitement. Their eyes gleamed with smug triumph.
My gaze narrowed as I pointed at the pair. “Princess of Rogue Pack, do you know these two?”
Leslie’s smile was poised, her ss raised. “Of course. Elder Lucian of Rogue Pack, and this is his only son, Damian.”
The steward stepped forward quickly, his voice low, pressing too hard. “Their identities are genuine. The Princess herself confirms it. Alpha Adler, Rogue Pack meets all the conditions. This alliance is worth your consideration.”
Expressionless, I drew my pheromones inward, coiling like steel wire. He had crossed a line. Nothing disgusted me more than a servant presuming to dictate my choices.
Leslie only arched a brow, silent, watchful.
Damian hurried to speak, desperation peeking through his confidence. “Alpha Adler, we are very sincere. If you ally with us, every condition is open for negotiation.”
Frost crept into the air, my Alpha pressure settling over the room like stone. “Steward. What is your connection with them?”
He froze. Damian leapt in, blurting, “We aren’t bound by blood, but he is our brother in all but name. Without his introduction, we’d never have this chance to meet you.”
I paused, then swept my eyes coldly over the steward. <i>“</i>You know my rules. Take them out.”
He faltered, his face twitching. “Alpha Adler, you <i>should </i>consider Rogue Pack…”
“I will consider,” I cut him off, my voice a de. “But not through two betas. And I don’t need a beta to tell me how to do my work.”
me sneered in the back of my mind. <i>Your </i><i>trusted </i><i>servant </i><i>has </i><i>finally </i><i>overstepped</i>.
The air went brittle, every murmur in the hall smothered.
Ten years he had followed me. Ten years of service–and yet a broken rule still demanded a price.
Damian paled, ncing at the steward in panic. “Hey-”
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Chapter 233 The Banished
The steward’s brows knotted, his voice straining. “Alpha Adler, please–think again.”
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Eren’s frown deepened, his small face scrunching in indignation. “Beta steward, Daddy already said it. Are you deaf? Daddy doesn’t make friends with rude people. Daddy likes <i>my </i><i>Muse</i><i>!</i>”
me chuckled wickedly. <i>And </i><i>whose </i><i>match </i><i>is </i><i>this </i><i>cub </i><i>really </i><i>trying </i><i>to </i><i>arrange</i><i>? </i>
Eren yanked on my sleeve, his little voice sharp with anger. “Beta was awful, Daddy. At the door he bullied Muse–said she was trash, not worthy toe in. He was <i>so </i>rude!”
My eyes sharpened into knives. Manners were the bedrock of my house. To insult my guest? Unforgivable.
The steward trembled. “N–no… I didn’t–Eren, you mustn’t lie!”
Eren puffed his cheeks like an angry fish. “Why would I lie?”
The cold in me thickened. My gaze pinned him like prey, and hisposure shattered.
“Alpha Adler, I swear–I panicked! The dress–she wore Luna’s dress–I thought-”
The word “Luna” cracked across my ears like ss.
My gaze turned lethal. Air itself froze, silence dropping heavy. Even Eren went quiet, wide eyes fixed on me.
I lifted a hand. From the shadows, my gamma guards stepped forward.
“Remove them,” Imanded.
They rushed in, one on each side, mping mouths and dragging the steward away. Lucian and Damian were caught in the sweep, shoved bodily from the hall.
I gave no mercy, my voice t as stone. “From this moment, you have no connection to my house. Break my rules, and you’d best crawl far, far away.”
The guards vanished with their quarry. The silence left behind was sharp and absolute.
After a breath, I let my features ease, turning back to Leslie. A faint smile touched my lips. “Forgive the spectacle, Princess of Rogue Pack. You should not have had to hear such things.”
She smiled gracefully, as if brushing away the weight. “No matter. But… this dress. Is it…”
Her eyes shifted toward Eren. He blurted quickly, “No!”
My gaze flickered. Slowly, I answered, voice gentler. “It is not. Merely the work of the same maker. The colors, the design–they only appear simr. Please,e.”
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Leslie said no more, simply nodded and followed me back to the banquet.
Eren was led off toward the tablesden with food, distracted for now.
me murmured, amused. <i>That </i><i>dress </i><i>suits </i><i>her </i><i>well</i><i>… </i>too <i>well</i>.
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