The Neutral Zone Summit didn’t just collapse; it ignited. The arrival of the Sun Queen, Solara, turned the political ambush into a three-way standoff that threatened to vaporize the floating fortress.
Solara stepped into the center of the hall, the heat radiating off her Solar-gold armor so intense that the wood of the shattered mahogany table began to smolder. Her violet eyes weren't focused on the First Alpha or the cowering Jade pack; they were fixed on Astra with a predatory, ancestral hunger.
"So this is the 'Scavenger Queen,'" Solara mused, her voice like the hiss of a desert wind. "A girl who hides in the shadows of a Billionaire's coat and calls it a throne."
Dante stepped forward, his Alpha aura flaring in a protective golden shield that shimmered against the Sun Queen's heat.
