?Chapter 1092:


    With yton by my side, I stood outside Pa’s room.


    The door was slightly ajar, but the silence inside was unsettling.


    yton knocked gently. No answer.


    We exchanged a quiet, knowing look, and he stepped aside, wordlessly letting me take the lead.


    “Pa,” I called softly. “It’s me. I’d like to talk. May Ie in?”


    Silence.


    Was she not there?


    I pushed the door open a little farther—and there she was, sitting by the window, motionless, her gaze fixed on something far beyond the ss.


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    I knocked once more, a little louder this time.


    Atst, Pa stirred—slowly turning her head toward the door.


    Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a ghostly glow across her face. Her eyes met mine, and for a fleeting second, something flickered there—raw, conflicted, quickly buried beneathyers of emptiness.


    “Pa, I just want to talk. A real, honest talk,” I pleaded softly.


    Her gaze settled on me—cold, detached. She shed a bitter smile, but still, she said nothing.


    That silence loomed between us like a wall of frost, dense and imprable.


    I stepped inside. yton remained at the door, choosing not to follow, giving us space but staying close enough to protect me if needed.


    I crossed the room, pulled out a chair, and sat opposite her.


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    Pa didn’t flinch. Her eyes drifted back to the window, unfocused, unbothered, as though I were nothing more than a shadow in her periphery.


    I drew in a breath. “I know you deeply resent the Lycan royal family, but the situation we’re facing… it demands unity.”


    “Unity?” Herugh was quiet and sharp—like the crack of ice splitting down the center. She finally turned her eyes to mine. “You expect me to unite with the murderers who ughtered our kin?”


    Her words cut through me. For a moment, I was speechless.


    Her anger was righteous, and her pain undeniable. It spread into my chest and tapped on the guilt and sorrow buried deep in my heart.


    I clenched my fists in myp, my nails biting into my skin as I fought to hold myposure. “Their fathermitted unforgivable sins, but the princes… they’re not him. They’re innocent. They’ve risked their lives trying to make things right.”


    Pa squinted but said nothing. Her fingers traced slow circles along the windowsill, silent in thought.


    Then, atst, she shook her head with a tight, bitter breath. “I won’t trust them,” she said coldly. “I can’t. I won’t fight beside them—not now, not ever.”


    A cold rush of panic surged through me. I reached across the gap between us and grasped her hand—cold and rigid in mine.


    “Pa, please. We must stand together. If we don’t, Leonardo will tear us apart. Do you want to see him on that throne—smiling down from his pedestal as he crushes the bones of the white wolves beneath his heel?”


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