Chapter 125

The news spread faster than wildfire.

One whisper from the penthouse had become a murmur in the streets, then a declaration echoing through every hall and corridor of the royal pack houses:

Viona had Mirage's mark.

At first, people thought it was a rumor - the kind spun by idle tongues jealous of her beauty, or eager to stir rivalry. But the proof was undeniable. A mark was sacred. It glowed with truth, with the unbreakable bond of fate. And Viona bore Mirage's mark now, fresh ...