Cassius pov :
The revelation hit me with the devastating force of a physical blow.
A white wolf.
I stood in my private study, my hands gripping the edge of my desk so hard the wood groaned under the pressure. The white wolf was one of the rarest, most revered bloodlines in existence. The elders spoke of them in hushed, reverent tones—a lineage so pure and dominant it bordered on myth.
And I had rejected her. I had thrown her onto a blood-soaked mattress, stripped her of her title, and banished her to the servants quarters to be pumped for milk like common livestock.
A sickening wave of regret washed over me. Not for the cruelty of what I had done, but for the monumental, catastrophic miscalculation. I had thrown away the most valuable asset on the continent. I had handed the Lyc
