Chapter 110. Let the Game Begin

After a long moment, my Wolf finally calmed, agreeing to remain. I forced myself to walk across the wide room in a rigid, deliberate manner, moving toward the plush leather couch where King Marku sat, flanked by the ever-watchful Grant. I lowered myself onto the couch with calculated slowness, sinking into its deep cushions as the surreal nature of the scene pressed in around me. Only a few months ago, I would never have believed I’d willingly cross a threshold into a room occupied by vampires—let alone share it with a vampire King himself. Perhaps I wasn’t simply reckless; perhaps I secretly yearned for some form of self-destruction.

Marku leaned forward, his expression a mask of dignified curiosity. “I trust your brother and my daughter made it back safely?” His mouth curved in a faint, amused smirk, but his gaze drilled into me, crystalline and unyielding.

I straightened my spine, meeting his stare without flinching. “Yes,” I replied, my voice steady. “They stopped by