Chapter 270

THIRD PERSON’S POV By nightfall, the grand hall was overflowing. Every corner of the vast chamber buzzed with restless energy—the low murmur of gossip, the sharper hum of accusations, and the scratch of reporters’ pens as they jotted down every whisper. Wolves from across the pack had come, drawn not only by the promise of answers but by the spectacle of scandal. Aurelia’s disappearance had rattled everyone, and now Kael’s promise of revealing the orchestrator was the only thing holding the room together. The chandeliers glowed, casting sharp light on anxious faces, while guards lined the walls in tense silence. Every eye turned toward the dais at the far end, where Kael stood ready, his expression thunderous, his words still locked behind clenched teeth. And beside him, waiting for the signal to step forward, was Darius. But Seraphina knew what was coming. If Kael spoke that name—her name—her carefully built image would crumble. Her father’s affection would wither. Her mother’s comfor