ows increasingly explicit, leaving nothing unaddressed regarding Roderic and Cyrinne’s liaison.
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Alarion’s gaze darts between Cyrinne and Roderic, his amber eyes simmering with barely suppressed malevolence. He maintains an unsettling silence.
It’s impossible to discern whether he believes Cyrinne’s frantic claims or if he is simply holding back his fury until he can comprehend the magnitude of what he has just heard.
Meanwhile, Cyrinne is falling apart. Her facade crumbles like shattered glass as she paces agitatedly
on the stage.
The recording continues to resonate throughout the hall, each graphic word bouncing off the walls like a harbinger of doom.
“Shut off the speakers at once!” Cyrinne stomps her foot in desperation, her emerald eyes wild with
fear. “Why are they still on?!”
The event coordinator rushes over, sweat pouring down his face. His anxiety is so intense I can smell
it from across the room.
“Miss Wynthor,” he stutters, his voice trembling, “our team has shut down all audio equipment, but that recording isn’t coming from the speakers at all.”
Cyrinne’s complexion goes pale. If it isn’t from their system, then someone has hidden multiple devices throughout the venue.
“Cut all the power!” Roderic bellows, his Alpha pheromones radiating with such intensity that several weaker wolves near the stage stagger back.
“Of course, right away!” The coordinator wipes cold sweat from his brow and rushes off, his hands trembling as he reaches for his mobile phone to contact the electrical team.
As chaos unfolds around us, I sit in my corner booth, relishing every expression of horror and disbelief playing out on the faces of those on stage. An overwhelming sense of triumph surges through me, causing my wolf to nearly purr with satisfaction beneath my skin.
Yet, I understand that this public disgrace is just the beginning. Blood debts must be settled in blood.
The recording is meticulously timed–exactly ten minutes and eight seconds of the most incriminating
evidence imaginable. By the time it concludes, the venue is plunged into absolute chaos.
Everyone directs their attention toward the stage, their faces alight with exhilaration and barely contained gossip. The diverse scents of various packs intermingle in the air, charged with anticipation
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and shock as whispers spread like wildfire.
“Did you catch that? She called him ‘Daddy‘!”
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“It’s no wonder Roderic was so eager for her tea service!”
“He barely acknowledged his own son’s offering!”
Roderic’s past actions now provide undeniable “evidence” of their secret affair. His brief sip of Alarion’s tea while he fidgets with excitement for Cyrinne’s service suddenly clarified everything for
those observing.
A throng of journalists eagerly captures images, their cameras flashing like lightning. They quickly
inform their associates outside, their tones urgent and animated.
“Prepare to report on this! The Thunder Pack marking ceremony has just turned into a massive
scandal!”
“Cyrinne Wynthor and Roderic Riven exposed in a scandalous affair!”
“Hurry up and stop them!” Understanding the intentions of the reporters due to her background in the
entertainment industry, Cyrinne feels a surge of panic. Her heightened anxiety causes her scent to
reach alarming levels. “Don’t allow them to spread this news!”
The event staff exchange nervous looks, hesitant to confront the reporters.
These aren’t simply local gossip bloggers; they are respected journalists from throughout the Northern Territory. Offending them could lead to detrimental publicity for the venue.
“What are you waiting for?” Roderic’s Alpha command resonates throughout the hall, filled with desperate urgency. “Move!”
“Uh, right.” The staff finally begins to act, albeit with reluctance.
Then, suddenly, with a thunderous “BANG,” everything is plunged into darkness. The lights cut out
entirely.
Chaos engulfs the venue. Voices rise in confusion and alarm as various wolves‘ scents amplify with anxiety.
“What is going on?”
“Why did the power fail?”
“It’s pitch black!”
Slowly, the blue illumination from mobile phone flashlights appears amidst the darkness. Guests
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begin to navigate toward the exits, using the weak light to traverse the now hazardous space.
Realizing our show has concluded, I instinctively start to get up from my chair. However, Daelor’s
warm hand grips my arm, his strong Alpha scent enveloping me protectively in the gloom.
“Hold on a moment,” he murmurs softly. “Let them exit first.”
Perhaps due to the darkness, his voice feels intoxicatingly soothing to my ears. It stirs my wolf
restlessly beneath my skin, responding to his closeness in ways I cannot fully explore.
I sense his warm breath grazing the back of my ear. For an inexplicable reason, my mind flashes back
to the intimate embrace from this morning’s vivid dream, and a blush washes over my face.
“Hmm,” I respond hastily, turning my face away, mortified.
Thank goodness for the cover of darkness concealing my flushed cheeks. At this moment, I feel a
sense of relief over the power failure.
As the tumult in the banquet hall begins to settle, most guests having exited, I notice the heat in my
face finally subsiding.
I am about to tell Daelor that I wish to leave when suddenly, the lights burst back on.
The stark brightness after the darkness compels me to reflexively shield my eyes. As they adjust, I see
that indeed most guests have departed.
The hall appears chaotic. Upset chairs, left–behind champagne flutes, and scattered programs clutter the floor. The once romantic ambiance has been utterly shattered.
“Let’s go,” Daelor states, his silver–gray eyes locking onto mine with what seems to be satisfaction.
I nod in agreement. “Yes, let’s go.”
However, before we have taken more than a few steps, Cyrinne’s sharp voice pierces the air behind us.
“Aelira Sunmere!”
I scowl, turning to see Cyrinne striding toward us. Her expression is contorted with anger, and her emerald eyes sparkle with fury. The intensity of her wolf’s rage is so overwhelming that I can smell it
from where I stand.
“Are you the one responsible for this?” she hisses, jabbing an accusatory finger in my direction. “You
made that recording up, didn’t you? You just couldn’t bear to see me have a marking ceremony with
Alarion, so you resorted to this vile trick!”
Her eyes bulge with fury, seemingly ready to consume me. The aggressive pheromones from her wolf
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I can’t help but smirk, my own wolf surprisingly calm beneath my skin.
“You need help,” I respond coolly. “If you’re unwell, seek medical attention.”
“Don’t even try to deny it!” Cyrinne screams, her claws partially extending in her anger. “I sensed something was amiss when you appeared today! You’re only here to stir up trouble! Are you pleased
now?!”
A slight smile forms on my lips.
“I am indeed quite pleased,” I confess, satisfaction evident in my tone.
“You-” Cyrinne lifts her hand as if to strike me, her wolf’s aggression rising dangerously.
But I am prepared for her. I subtly step back to evade her hand, then quickly raise my own and deliver a sharp slap across her face.
The sound resonates through the nearly empty hall.
Cyrinne stumbles, her hand flying to her cheek in disbelief. When she looks back up, her features are
twisted with disbelief and rage.
“Aelira Sunmere!” she gasps, the scent of her wolf revealing her utter shock. “You actually had the
nerve to hit me?!”
Just then, Roderic notices Cyrinne being struck and approaches us, filled with murderous intent. His face is a mask of fury, and his Alpha pheromones escalate to such a degree that the atmosphere feels
charged.
Without a word, he raises his hand to slap me, his amber eyes flashing with lethal anger.
But the expected strike never lands.
Daelor has securely grabbed Roderic’s wrist, using his superior Alpha strength to stop him. Roderic’s
hand hangs in the air, trembling with suppressed rage.
“Oh, Alpha Roderic is quite the protector, isn’t he?” Daelor remarks with a cold half–smile, his silver–gray
eyes glinting ominously. “It seems Miss Wynthor’s ‘Daddy‘ lives up to his reputation!”
The remark strikes like a physical blow. Everyone’s expressions shift, the various scents from the
surrounding wolves changing with shock and comprehension.
Roderic’s face shifts through various shades of green and white, a remarkable display of
humiliation. His wolf is barely restrained beneath his skin.
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“About that recording,” he grits out, trying to intimidate Daelor with his Alpha presence. “You’re the one
behind it, aren’t you?”
Daelor scoffs, his own Alpha aura easily overpowering Roderic’s.
“I suggest Alpha Roderic carefully considers his words,” he replies with a chilling calm. “I could sue your
for defamation at any moment.”
Roderic fully recognizes Daelor’s reputation. As Alpha King, there’s nothing Daelor wouldn’t resort to if
sufficiently provoked. Should their conflict escalate, the Riven family could not stand against the Briarhallow family’s strength.
Realizing this, Roderic bites his lip in frustration. He exhales heavily but ultimately says nothing more, grudgingly stepping aside.
“Daelor, was it you?”
Alarion approaches with a serious expression, his amber eyes locked onto Daelor.
“Before the marking ceremony commenced, you told me you were here to enjoy a good show.”
A jolt of fear grips my heart.
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