Chapter 75 Blood Of The Heir

• The storm outside doesn’t calm. Thunder refuses to stop. It roars again—louder, angrier—shaking the palace walls with every strike, raging in sync with the chaos brewing inside.
• The chandelier’s crystals clatter above. Stone pillars groan. Paintings crash to the floor, shattering like fragile bones. The entire world trembles.
• But the Alpha King doesn’t move or care if the heavens rip the palace in two. Because his world—his entire world—is bleeding out in his arms.