Axel||
The grand hall was abuzz with the formalities and undercurrents that always accompanied high-level political gatherings in the Lycan world.
The political culture among Lycans was complex, steeped in tradition, power plays, and unspoken alliances.
As the eldest of the triplets and the primary Alpha, it fell to me to navigate these treacherous waters.
I took my seat on the ornate throne, Ares and Asher flanking me.
Scarlett stood close by, her presence calculated. Her scent on me was no accident.
Our tryst, a secret whispered among us, had been a strategic move to solidify our alliance with Greenwood.
If Alpha Marshall could sense his daughter's scent on me, it would reinforce the illusion that Scarlett was already being accepted as the Luna of Castle Blood Ice.
Zul, Zorrand
