GLAIVE’S POV
I met the gaze of the Northern Lycan Alpha, unflinching and steady, as I laid out my proposition before him. The tension in the room hung thick in the air, almost tangible. He rose slowly from his chair, a sly smirk curling at the corners of his mouth as he studied me.
“What could the King have done to stir such fury in you?” he asked, his voice calm yet laced with curiosity.
My jaw tightened as the memory surged forward, unwanted but vivid. My fists clenched instinctively at my sides. I could still feel the sting of that day, how King Quennor had publicly humiliated me in front of my own pack, stripping me of dignity and power. Worst of all, he had taken my mate. Not through violence, but with sheer dominance, as if she had been his to claim all along. My pride had been sh
