The veil sent for a slave girl came to my room again, and I met it with scorn before tearing it to pieces. Later, in front of the sacred Altar of Vows and the watching imperial lycans, I raised my spear, humiliated Kael, and destroyed our marriage contract in public. In stunned disbelief, he demanded, “Zara, without me, who else could you marry?” I answered by pointing to the terrifying god of death on the high platform—the man who has made the Lycan Empire fear him.
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