ice trembling with a mixture of terror and overwhelming ambition. She kept her head bowed, exposing the vulnerab

d, replaced by a suffocating, crackling tension. The

er, not to actually take a lesser noblewoman into his bed. But with hundreds of aristocratic eyes watching his every move, he couldn't s

ounding omegas whimper. "If you want this flower, I will save it for you. But if you do not come

hance to salvage the situation. As long as she walked over and knelt, this

idn't immediately move, his voic

e wore a mask of benevolent concern, but her eyes glittered with malicious delight. "Do you truly wish to see another femal

ke and his mother to violently domesticate the proud Lady Beaumont. Now, the trap had been sprung, and the jaws were closing. Words spoken by an Alp

e was deafening as the nobi

he Duke's flower is indeed beautiful, but I am afraid it does not suit my tastes. Since Miss Sterli

as tranquil as a undisturbed lake, as if the surrounding chaos an

Doyle with wide, hopeful eyes, her han

roadsword. He never imagined that Elena, who had stood by his side for years, who had bled for him on the battlefield, would willingly let another female claim

g in his chest, but Rowena quickly stepped forw

about what you are throwing away," the Consort hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "Even if you are the official Duchess, if a secondary mate gives birth to the f

us threat, designed to strike fear

rl. "In that case, I wish Miss Sterling a highly fertile union, an early p

The sheer force of his fury sent a shockwave of Alpha dominance through the air, causing seve

ur Grace. An Alpha whose word is law. Miss Sterling has knelt for your flower, fulfilling your exact conditio

pected Elena to display such a titanium spine; she had expected tears and begging. "You had better understand that some actions cannot be undon

reply. She simply turned her head, her posture scre

impending, violent wrath. No one dared to breathe, fearing they w

ootsteps echoed from the garden entrance. A voice, deep and devoid of any inflection,

ode into the light of the lanterns. He was covered in the dust and grime of a long, gruel