Chapter 184

• Fucking Vexley. Just sitting across from the Warden and his sons made my skin crawl. They were the ones who orchestrated the attack on my parents, and yet, here I was, forced to endure their presence. I should have wrapped my hands around their throats, squeezed until their smug expressions twisted in agony. But I couldn’t. Not yet. There was no proof, and those bastards were experts at eliminating witnesses.
• I despised them just as much as those mongrels from the Southern Moon Pack. As Lord Protector and future king, I had the strength to crush them all, to turn them into dust beneath my heel. And yet, I was shackled, forced to sit still and say nothing. Why?
• Because King Alaric willed it.