Chapter 39

"It's against the rules. Only wolves are allowed into the Alpha's office."

Rowan's voice is sharp, laced with authority he doesn’t deserve as he stands blocking the way to his office.

I almost forgot about this daft rule. No humans allowed. Pathetic.

I know why this rule exists. It’s not for tradition or security—it’s a law he made out of pure spite.

A punishment. A way to erase my mother’s legacy and remind everyone that I, her daughter, don’t belong.

Over the years, the rule twisted into something more sinister. A superstition. A belief that if a human steps into the Alpha’s office, it’s a bad omen. A curse.

Wolves can be dumb too, you see proof.

"But I’m not a wolf, am I?" Caspian counters smoothly. "I'm a Lycan. And does that mean you would deny your Prince the dignity of having a decent conversation in your office?"

His voice is calm, but there's steel beneath it. A challenge.