Chapter 152 Changing Tide

• For days, Fenrir lived like a man already in the grave. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his mother’s room, the flash of silver hair, and the smirk on Adonis's face. He thought about how his life had turned out and how pathetic he was, a king, a leader in name, but a slave in reality. Every ounce of his misery, every scar on his back, and every tear Sophie didn’t know he shed was all because of Adonis.
• But in the deepest part of his despair, a cold, hard ember of rage began to glow. He was done being the victim. If this territory was built on angry pleasure and dark games, he would learn to play better than anyone. He began to plot how to get his revenge.
• Fenrir didn't go to the guards or his wife. Instead, he went to the lioness herself. He found Vespera in her private conservatory, drinking a glass of dark wine. She looked at him with her usual boredom, expecting him to kneel.