Adelaide's POV
Beata didn't argue further, sensing my resolve.
I wasn't mad. Beata, an Omega raised in Frostfang, still had that innocence—they didn't bully Omegas there.
But I, as Alpha-born, had to stand my ground.
Outside the palace, time stretched endlessly.
Finally, the doors opened. Fabian, Lycan Erasmus's Beta, emerged.
"Adelaide, Lycan Erasmus will see you now."
Relief washed over me. I nodded gratefully and followed him in.
The obsidian tiles carried hints of dragon's breath pheromones—every step felt like walking on ice.
I stared at the patterns under Fabian's crimson cape, blood rising in my throat as my wolf clawed at my consciousness, straining against the invisible aura from the throne.
The cedar scent that once clung to my father's armor now froze my nape with glacial cold.
I knelt before Lycan Erasmus, head bowed.
My gaze fell on the shattered moonstone patterns on the floor.
A bronze candelabra sparked as Erasmus's snow-leopard boots crushed wolf-shaped reliefs beneath him, grinding my shadow's head to dust.
"Speak on your feet." His voice boomed like glaciers colliding, sending dust cascading from the rafters.
I pressed my hands to my throbbing neck veins, bowed properly.
"Lycan Erasmus, I'm sorry to intrude, but I beg your mercy."
The golden-trimmed throne creaked. A surge of white musk hit the air.
My knees slammed the floor, shoulder blades groaning under the pressure.
Through blurred vision, I saw my broken nails digging into my palms.
"Adelaide, I've already declared my orders to all Alphas," Erasmus said, his voice as unyielding as three years ago in Silvermoon Canyon. "I can't take it back."
Straining against the suffocating aura, I lifted my chin.
His dark-gold slit pupils narrowed, aurora-like energy swirling in his eyes—the legendary "Sky's Eye" that once tore apart the Northern Bear Pack.
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