Chapter 147 The Shadow Of The Head

• The morning after the wedding was soothingly serene. The palace was quiet, the air thick with the scent of lilies and the lingering tension of Adonis’s secret war. His long silver hair was pulled back tight, reflecting his mood, sharp and unforgiving. He had spent the night waiting for a confrontation with Fenrir that hadn’t come yet, and the adrenaline in his blood was turning into a bitter, restless energy.
• Adonis wandered the northern wing of the estate, a place reserved for the elders. He was looking for more ways to burn the bridges between the Alessandro family and Fenrir. He wanted to see the cracks in the foundation of the man who took Sophie.
• He stopped in front of a set of heavy, gilded doors. He heard voices inside, low, rhythmic, and definitely not meant for public ears. Adonis didn't knock. He didn't care about privacy or etiquette. He pushed the doors open with a violent shove.