Chapter 107
Draven
The council chamber was still thick with tension, even as the announcement settled over the room like a final nail in a coffin. The air, once charged with authority and unyielding control, now hung heavy with the weight of shattered expectations and silent fury.
The mating ceremony was canceled.
Lyrian Valtheran—the man who had built his legacy on unwavering dominance, the man who had stood as an immovable pillar of power—had just apologized to Zeraphine. Publicly.
And Varin?
He hadn’t moved since the words left the elder’s mouth.
His fists clenched against his thighs, his knuckles white from the sheer force of his grip. His chest rose and fell in sharp, measured breaths, but the tension in his body betrayed him. Beneath that perfectly controlled exterior, he was
