Chapter 106 Court Politics Boil

• The throne room doors opened.
• Bobby entered, and every conversation died mid-word. Silence descended with physical weight as assembled alphas and nobles turned to face their queen.
• She moved with ethereal grace, her silver gown rippling like liquid moonlight with each step. Power radiated from her in waves that made the air shimmer—not threatening, yet undeniably present. Divine light pulsed beneath her skin, visible through translucent fabric in patterns that resembled constellations mapping across her body.