Chapter 104

JAX'S POV Purple flames danced across the crystal ball on my desk, casting ethereal shadows throughout my office. Through Ivanka's magic, I watched the Blood Hound Pack crumble in real time. The scene before me was better than any entertainment I could have imagined—werewolves running in panic, the pack house in chaos, and the Morrison children drowning in grief. I leaned back in my leather chair, savoring each moment like fine wine. The youngest, Logan, hadn't left his room in days. The middle one, Noah, put on a brave face while comforting others, but I could see the pain eating him alive. And Knox... ah, Knox. Trying so hard to be the strong Alpha, just like his father. Just like Lancelot. The name still tasted bitter on my tongue, even after all these years. But now, finally, his children knew the pain of loss—the agony of watching everything they loved burn to ashes. My wolf purred with satisfaction, and I allowed myself a moment to truly appreciate our victory. "Enjoying the show