Three days later, the atmosphere in the Silver Moon territory had undergone a drastic transformation.
Word had spread like wildfire about what had happened in the parlor. The pack members now knew that the "rogue" living on the edge of their territory was none other than the Lycan King himself. Panic had ensued. Every morning, I would look out the window to find mountains of expensive gifts, lavish flower arrangements, and handwritten letters of apology piled up at the edge of our warding line. The pack Alpha had practically begged on his hands and knees for an audience to formally apologize, but Roman had simply ignored him.
"Let them sweat," Roman had grunted, tossing another apology letter into the fireplace.
True to his word, Roman had finalized the purchase of the Royal Grand Libra
