Chapter 130
ened. Her eyes slowly turned–only to find Lucien Duskgrave standing at the edge of the crowd, the glass doors behind him still swaying from his entrance.
The Northern Prince
He was dressed in midnight black, lus long coat soaked from the rain outside, silver embroidery catching the candlelight like steel. His jaw was sharp, expression unreadable, but his eyes–those infamous silver–blue eyes–were glowing with thinly veiled fury
All the heat dramed from Seraphina’s face in an instant
Earlier in her blind rage, she hadn’t even considered whether Lucien would appear. She’d been consumed with punishing Kiley, desperate to reclaim some twisted arme of control
But now that Lucien was here, she felt as though she’d walked barefoot into a blizzard.
She stumbled to her feet, trying to smooth her bloodied gown “1–Lord Lucien of course the celebration is for the Matriarch 1-1 was just trying to lighten the mood.!
Chapter 130
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Lucien’s expression didn’t change. “By dragging a half–dead she–wolf through the halls and accusing her of adultery in front of fifty noble witnesses?”
Seraphina’s mouth opened, then closed. No sound came out.
Lucien turned slightly, his gaze flicking to Riley. His wolf eyes softened for a fleeting second–just long enough for those who watched closely to catch it.
“She’s not your threat, Lady Seraphina,” Lucien said, voice barely above a whisper, but with the power of a command. “Your insecurity is
That struck deeper than any slap. Seraphina’s face flushed red, then ghost–white. Ford stepped forward, as if to defend her, but one look from Lucien halted him in his tracks.
“You’ve humiliated the Duskgrave family,” Lucien continued. “You disgraced my grandmother’s birthday. You led others in attacking an unshifted wolf in the middle of a formal gathering.”
He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.
The crowd had gone completely silent.
Lucien’s next worths were cold and final. “From this moment on, you are no longer recognized as the Luna of this Pack.”
Seraphina staggered back as if struck. “No you can’t..”
Lucien’s expression was carved in ice. “I already have.”
Whispers broke out across the room like wildfire.
Ford looked as though he might protest–but Lucien turned to him too. “If you still wish to stand beside her, so be it. But know this: I will personally ensure she is exiled from Stormridge within the hour.”
Seraphina collapsed to her knees.
Behind her, Riley finally shifted back. Her human form emerged from the glow of the transformation, skin pale, covered in wounds and bruises. Her dress was in tatters. Her hair was matted with blood.
And yet she stood taller than any of them.
–
Proud. Unbroken.
Her eyes met Lucien’s. She gave him a single nod–one that said everything and nothing.
Lucien crossed the room and draped a cloak over her shoulders, his hand lingering protectively on her back.
-She under Stormridge protection now,” he said, facing the crowd. “Touch her again, and you answer to me.”
Silence.
Kiley Vale, once the forgotten daughter of the Ebonclaw Pack, now stood surrounded by royalty. Beaten but not bowed.
And the first crack in the Duskgrave empire had just been made.