They Locked A Helpless Girl With A Bloodthirsty Beast… What Happened Next Shocked The Entire Kingdom

The black crystal in Reginald's hand flared with sickly purple light. A violent wave of dark magic radiated across the ballroom, causing several noble shifters in the crowd to cry out in sudden pain as their inner wolves fought against the corrupting spell.

Reginald waited for the giant silver wolf to go mad, to turn its razor-sharp fangs on the helpless girl standing beside it.

Instead, nothing happened.

The giant silver wolf stood completely calm, its golden eyes staring up at Reginald with cold, contemptuous amusement. Rowena didn't flinch, didn't run, and didn't cry out. She simply let go of the silver chains, letting them crash loudly against the marble floor.

"What... what is this?!" Reginald shouted, his voice cracking with sudden panic as he slammed the pulsing crystal against the marble railing. "Kill her! I command you, beast! Kill her!"

Rowena stepped forward, her clear voice ringing across the vast hall, silencing the orchestra and the panicking crowd completely. "The spell does not work on him, Reginald. Because a true Alpha King cannot be commanded by a coward holding a fake crown!"

The crowd gasped in shock. Lord Harold Whitmore stepped forward, his face pale. "Rowena! Have you lost your mind?!"

Before anyone could react, the silver wolf stepped in front of Rowena, letting out a deafening, earth-shattering roar that shattered the crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. Blinding silver light exploded across the ballroom, illuminating the entire hall in divine brilliance.

The bones shifted. The massive wolf transformed.

When the divine light faded, King Kaelen stood at the center of the grand ballroom in full royal armor, his long silver hair falling over broad shoulders, his lethal broadsword drawn and glowing with ancient blue runes.

Silence fell over the room like a heavy shroud. Nobles dropped to their knees in absolute shock, whispers erupting into a roaring wave of realization.

"King Kaelen..." Lord Harold whispered, stumbling back in terror. "He's alive!"

"Impossible!" Reginald screamed, stepping back from the balcony, his face drained of all color. "I locked you away! You were supposed to be a mindless beast!"

"I was locked away by treason," Kaelen’s voice thundered, radiating pure Alpha command that forced every guard in the room to lower their weapons instinctively. "You poisoned your King, lied to the realm, and murdered innocent maidens to preserve your stolen throne! But the Moon Goddess delivered my mate to my cell—and she broke your filthy curse!"

Kaelen raised his sword toward the balcony. "Guards of Aldoria! Arrest the traitor!"

Panic erupted across the balcony. Reginald’s personal crimson warlocks stepped out from the curtains, casting dark fireballs toward the center of the room. But before the dark magic could land, the doors of the ballroom burst open.

General Vance and two hundred shadow-guards flooded the hall, their steel blades clashing against Reginald’s mercenaries. The nobles scrambled for safety as a full-scale battle erupted inside the grand keep.

Reginald grabbed Isabel by the arm, using her as a human shield as he retreated down the hidden stairs behind the throne, escaping into the darkness of the inner corridors.