Shyla’s P.O.V.
“Death warrant?”
The authority of that furious voice forced me to open my eyes. I found myself midair, secured in fury, black claws.
A sudden sense of protection enveloped my existence as Maddox’s lycan clutched me to his chest.
“How dare you attack my Erasthai, Amara? There’s no forgiveness for you!”
Amara, who was acting like a death angel before, collapsed on the ground. Her face lost all its colors as she struggled hard to breathe, shedding crocodile tears to gain the King’s sympathy.
“You’re misunderstanding it, Your Majesty!
I didn’t do anything wrong.”
She uttered nonsense to justify her actions. Zeth growled loudly to shut her off, but I couldn’t hear past this Royal command.
“Arrest Amara for Capital offense. She is demoted to the rank of omega in
