"Fifteen years, Thomas. Fifteen damn years," Ethan’s deep voice vibrated with a dangerous, lethal resonance through the locked doors of his private study. He paced restlessly across the hardwood floor, his heavily muscled arms tightly crossed over his chest as his gold-flecked amber eyes burned with a volatile fury. "Why now? Why did she have to wait until the exact second I brought my mate to the altar to step out of the shadows and ruin my entire life with a marriage contract?"Beta Thomas stood at absolute attention near the stone fireplace, his expression grim as he read a scroll. "Drakonvale’s silence was a strategic calculation, Your Majesty. But regardless of their timing, the blood sigils are active. If we rip this contract up, we aren't just breaking a promise–It will be considered an act of war. We must avoid warfare at all costs."Ethan let out a low, menacing snarl that shook the crystal chandeliers overhead. "Avoid war by putting a snake in my bed? Goddess help me."An ho
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