"When the bond of fated, wolves awaken, kingdoms tremble not for the roar of war, but for the silence of power sealed behind closed doors."
The Eastern Chambers had become a storm, not the kind that tore down stone walls and shattered the skies, but something far more dangerous and unseen, a force radiating through the very air. The Omega Alpha King bond had awakened, and with it, Elias's pheromones flared like wildfire, saturating the chamber with intoxicating heat.
Marcus was the first to feel it. The usually composed Royal Advisor stumbled back, one hand against the wall, his pupils dilating as the invisible tide of scent wrapped around him like chains. Juno's wolf stirred violently in his chest, growling to break free, and even the ever-composed Blackthorne team men and women trained to withstand bloodshed and chaos found themselves fidgeting, growling, and trembling at the overwhelming allure.
