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Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha

Chapter 5 The Scent Of Power

Word Count: 1634    |    Released on: 06/06/2025

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up, her voice sharp with irritation. Even the arrival of the new person, p

't succeed in making your face as twisted and ugly as your anger, then I'm not doing my job, am I?" She stepped closer, her tone as taunting as her glare. "Go ah

and the venomous glare she shot her cousi

uch broke through Nyxoria's fiery focus. When she turned to look at her friend, Dika's eyes flicke

d, her thro

like a storm brewing in silence, heavy and suffocating. He was breathtakingly handsome, his

was his eyes that stopped her breath. They were dark, impossibly dark, as if the irises themselves were alive, swirling with sh

forgotten memory that teased the edges of her mind. She struggled to place it, but she cou

iking looks or his commanding presence, it was something deeper, something primal. His aura radia

e aroma that wrapped around him, making it impossible to think clearly. It was as if the air itself had shifted,

his sides, his anger surged. He didn't know if it was the way her smirk lingered as she dismissed

ns raging behind his steady glare, anger, confusion, and something darker, someth

was intoxicating, and her confidence only seemed to fuel the tension between them. Dismissi

e soft but teasing. "Who do we hav

, leaving just the two of them locked in a silent battle of wills. Tharros's

d challenge, her heart pounding as she st

ed himself. Restraining his simmering anger, he tore his gaze away from Nyxoria's teasing eyes and redirec

ke a hammer. "Don't your students know how to greet their Emperor?" he said, his voice cold and commanding, eve

r. He looked as pale as snow, as if every drop of blood

n desperation and gesture for his students to do the same which they did all except for Nyxoria. His v

neously, both Tharros and Nyxoria snorted. The unexpected synchronicity of

rth his attention. Nyxoria's, on the other hand, was full of amusement. Her lips cur

t that gutted her when he didn't try to make a conversation, "looks like you've got everyon

nly added fuel to the fire burning within him. The centaur teacher and others remained on their knees,

is voice a low, commanding growl as

at bordered on challenge. She pointed casually at the kneeling centaur. "He just called you

ok up to meet his gaze. "Then what does it say when one of my subjects refuses to kneel before me?" he asked, hi

-of-factly, before letting out a short, mocking snort. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear in a gesture that f

ace, sharp and unwavering, but her breath hitched when she fully registered the sheer size difference betwee

ling like a live wire. Then Tharros tilted his head slightly, s

do you?" he muttered, his v

d. Her smirk faltered, the confidence she

they had met before, why couldn't she remember him? Surely, she wouldn't have

silence that had filled the room. "My Emperor, please ignore my selfish cousin," she sa

a, his eyes dark with something unreadable. Leaning in slightly, he spo

he said, his voice low and me

a's breath caught in her throat as his towering form loomed ov

her eyes, she watched him leave, the echo of his words lingering in her mind. A part o

a small smirk returning to her lips. "Le

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