Before Caius ever stepped foot into Blackthorn Manor, Elena had already performed a surgical strike on the pack’s data. She had compiled dossiers on everyone—the cold-eyed butler, the arrogant fiancé, and even the fiancé’s low-ranking subordinates.
Marco had memorized those files until the faces were etched into his brain. He had to; a scout’s life depended on knowing exactly who was walking through the manor gates.
So, when Marco spotted Silas Veylor and Lucian Stormrage’s subordinate huddled in a dark corner of the estate, alarm bells screamed in his head. Those two together could only mean one thing: a death sentence for Caius.
Risking exposure, Marco had crept close enough to catch fragments of their conversation. He heard the word "Royal Court" and "paternity test." His heart nearl
