ucture that once held laughter, love, and life. Five years had passed since that night, but the pain hadn't aged. It was still fresh. Still bleeding. Since then, I had worked endlessly. Day

e, then I will fight for myself. I stood, fists clenched, fire rising in my chest. As I moved toward my mother's portrait, when all of a sudden I heard it. The unmistakable sound of cars pulling up outside. I rushed to the window. And there... for the first time in five years... I saw him. Kade King Majesty. The very breath in my throat froze. No... this can't be real. My body stiffened, chilled to the core. Am I hallucinating already? I backed away from the window, heart thudding, and took a deep breath. Slowly, I crept back to peer through the curtain, just in time to see him alight from the car. But this was not the boy-prince I once knew. No. This was a King. He stepped out like the very world owed him air. His presence struck like thunder, lethal and silent. He wore a crisp white shirt tucked into obsidian trousers tailored with such perfection they clung to every muscle. A heavy fur coat, regal and golden-dark, draped across his shoulders like a mantle of war. Golden jewelry glinted against his skin... rings, chains, a pair of earrings shaped like a dagger dangling from his both ears. And then there was the tattoo, inked along the right side of his neck, trailing into his collar. A bold, black crest. Not there five years ago. A mark of power, rebellion, and danger. Something that signify him as the one true King of the Wolf Empire. His curly hair had grown longer, pulled back in a loose, effortless style that framed his chiseled face. His jaw was sharp, dusted with the kind of stubble that made him look cruelly handsome, sinful, even. His eyes, those