Chapter 153 The Sacrificial Pawn

• VICENTE’S POV
• The silence in the sacred grove was no longer peaceful; it was the suffocating, heavy quiet that precedes an execution. The crisp morning air carried the sharp, bitter stench of exposed treason, bleeding out from the center of the stone circle where Vivian and her six disgraced minions lay pinned against the damp grass.
• Braham stood beside my granddaughter, his chest expanded, his alpha pressure radiating outward in massive, suffocating waves that forced the weaker wolves in the perimeter to drop their eyes. Millie stood tall at his side, the raw, fresh mating marks on her neck serving as a stark, undeniable declaration of her ascension. The throne was sealed, and the fools on the ground were staring into the jaws of the empire they had tried to steal.