EVELARA
The chamber fell into a dead silence.
The words “As my consort” echoed in my mind like thunder shattering my senses into pieces.
For a moment, I couldn’t even breathe. I stood there, frozen, the world narrowing to the cold glint in Lucien Virek’s eyes — the Lycan King who had just publicly claimed me in front of his guards, and his brother.
Consort…
Did he just—say that?
Which era are we living in!?
A chill raced down my spine, even as heat burned across my cheeks. I felt every pair of eyes in that room pierce through me — the guards stiff with shock, Leonel staring as if his brother had lost his mind.
My throat constricted. I wanted to speak, to scream, but words betrayed me.
Lucien stood unmoving, towering in authority, his expression unreadable. His
