Chapter 89

• Dorian’s pov.
• Several days had passed, and everything had changed. I'd accepted Regulus and Ravena's offer. Regulus had worked his political magic and swayed the Alphas. I had been named temporary king, the title handed to me out of urgency rather than tradition. There had been no grand ceremony. No elaborate declarations. Only cold, hard necessity.
• Maximilian had known. The moment he saw the shifting loyalties, he understood the game was over. He'd handed me the crown with no resistance. Yet as he placed it in my hands, that smug, poisonous smirk curved his lips. The look in his eyes said it all: You may have won now, boy, but I'll be waiting. I'll find a way to tear it all from you, even if you are my son.