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Chapter 5 - GATES OF WRATH

The towering iron gates of the Riverlands loomed ahead, but they stood wide open, abandoned by cowardly guards who had fled into the surrounding forests rather than face the wrath of the North.

King Cedric’s army marched into the central courtyard in perfect, terrifying formation. Not a single civilian was harmed; Cedric had issued strict orders. This was not a slaughter of the innocent—this was a reckoning reserved exclusively for the pack leadership.

At the steps of the grand palace, Alpha Tristan stood flanked by a dozen loyal guards holding drawn swords, though their hands shook so violently the blades rattled. Beside him stood Lady Rowena, her expensive silk gown ruined by the mud, her face twisted in an ugly snarl of panic and hatred.

Cedric reined in his warhorse, dismounted with fluid, intimidating grace, and walked forward. He stood at the base of the steps, his amber eyes locked onto Tristan with a cold, dead stillness that promised unspeakable agony.

"Tristan Caldwell," Cedric’s voice boomed across the silent courtyard, vibrating in the chests of everyone present. "You stand accused of treason against the royal bloodline, betrayal of the sacred mate bond, and the unlawful trafficking of a protected citizen."

Tristan tried to puff out his chest, attempting to maintain a shred of his old arrogance, though his voice cracked. "She was a cursed Omega! A diseased nobody! I had every right to cast her out!"

Before Cedric could draw his broadsword, a soft, resolute voice cut through the air.

"I was never diseased, Tristan."

Isolda stepped forward from the shadow of the northern ranks. She pushed back her fur-lined hood, her silver-blonde hair catching the light, and her luminous amethyst eyes locked directly onto her former mate.

Tristan recoiled as if he had been struck by lightning. He stared at her face—flawless, glowing, and radiant with majestic power—and let out a strangled gasp.

"No," Tristan whispered, staggering backward. "That’s... that’s impossible. You had a sack over your head... you looked like a monster..."

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"Because you hid the truth behind burlap and lies," Isolda said coldly, stepping up the stone stairs. "Because you were a coward who traded your soul for a false army and cheap gold."

Lady Rowena shrieked, lunging forward with a hidden silver dagger in her hand. "You ruined everything! Die, you freak!"

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