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Chapter 4 - The Betrayal of the Clan

The atmosphere inside the war council chamber was suffocating.

"We should hand her back!" one of the senior generals argued, slamming his fist onto the map table. "We cannot risk a border war over an Omega girl, no matter what magic trick she pulled with the relic!"

"She is the Queen of this realm!" Walter growled, slamming his own hand down hard enough to splinter the heavy wood. "Anyone who suggests surrendering my wife to an enemy will answer to my blade."

I stood in the corner of the room, feeling the weight of the conflict crushing down on me. It was always like this—men deciding my fate while I stood in the shadows. But I wasn't the weak, frightened girl who had been thrown into a carriage anymore. The warmth in my chest was growing stronger every hour.

"Walter," I spoke up, my voice trembling slightly but clear.

The war council turned to look at me in surprise.

"Alpha Corvin didn't march here for an alliance or revenge," I said, stepping toward the table. "He found out what I am. He must have realized that the red cord was a seal placed on my power. He sold me thinking I was useless, but the moment the blood moon rose, he realized his mistake."

Walter watched me closely, his gaze softening slightly. "What are you saying, my Queen?"

"He wants to use my blood," I replied, looking straight into Walter's eyes. "My former clan had an ancient altar. They sacrificed Omegas to absorb their life force. Corvin wants to recapture me before my full power awakens, so he can claim the Eclipse power for himself."

Suddenly, the side door of the chamber burst open. Lord Garron stepped in, accompanied by four heavily armed guards.

"Forgive me, Your Grace," Garron said with a cold, sinister smile. "But the council has voted. To prevent a unnecessary war with the Southern Coalition, we have arranged a peaceful transfer."

Before Walter could draw his sword, two guards aimed loaded crossbows directly at Walter's chest, while Garron drew a silver dagger laced with wolfsbane poison.

"Touch your weapon, King Walter, and you die," Garron hissed. "The southern Alpha offered us gold and half his territory in exchange for the girl. It's just good business."

"Garron... you traitor," Walter spat, his muscles tense, ready to spring despite the arrows pointed at his heart.

"Take her," Garron ordered the guards.

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Two men grabbed my arms, dragging me toward the hidden passages beneath the castle. I locked eyes with Walter as they pulled me away.

"I will come for you!" Walter roared, his Alpha voice shaking the very foundation of the stone walls. "I will tear down the world until I find you!"

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