Chapter 238

• Vesper’s POV
• ​The heavy decree fell upon the dining hall, settling the matter with the brutal finality of an executioner's blade.
• ​Old Alpha Vance was already waving his hand at the estate stewards to fetch the calendar ledgers, while across the mahogany table, Jordan sat with his shoulders slumped in defeat. Beside him, Minerva was practically vibrating with poorly concealed ecstasy, her lips trembling with a victorious smile.