Chapter 167

Viona's POV

The council chamber felt smaller than it had ever been. The air was thick with magic, with the scent of tension rolling off every wolf in the room. Mirage stood at the center, his stance calm, composed, every inch of him exuding control. He had just claimed the title of Alpha of Alphas, and though resistance still simmered in the eyes of the council, none could deny the pact's binding force.

Yet, it wasn't the pact that made my blood run cold. It was the way Mirage's ...