#Chapter 65: The Belle of the Banquet

THIRD PERSON POV Heavy footsteps strode into the threshold of a certain packhouse, somewhere beyond the walls of the capital. Long, slow, and creaking with exhaustion in every step. It had been quite an eventful day—not to mention, week—for Nicholas, and he was sure this was only just the beginning. That night on the border that night had, admittedly, been hell. He was no stranger to battle, but at the same time, he’d never fought when nearly every possible odd had been stacked to the skies against him. It had begun a mere patrol, which, according to protocol, meant that they could only have so many men and, to top it off, they had been caught off guard by a multitude of those hulking shifters lurking in the shadows. Tonight should have been a breeze compared to surviving that ambush. Who would have thought it would leave wounds that stung far worse? As Nicholas ventured further into the lavishly decorated foyer, he was greeted by an omega servant. “Welcome back home, M