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I was escorted to a private quarter—the quarter of the Alpha Supreme.
When I arrived, I expected something grand, something regal as usual. But I hadn’t expected this…
The chamber presented a dim yet captivating spectacle, with silver light streaming through the tall windows, flickering candles held in ornate holders, and shadows gracefully moving across stone walls adorned with golden veins.
A single table stood at the center. Set for two. Silver plates, crystal glasses, untouched wine... It didn't feel like a dinner—it more felt like an ambush dressed in elegance.
And there—Lucien Virek, stood by the fireplace, a silhouette framed by firelight. His dark hair caught the amber glow, sharp jaw glinting, storm-grey eyes cold and unreadable, just like always.
He di
