Chapter 210. The Perfect Host

Midas walked away from the public execution grounds, his legs heavy as if each step was weighed down by the ashes of what had just transpired. The early morning sun had risen fully, casting long shadows across the plaza, but it offered no warmth to him. 

Ava was gone—completely gone—and with her, any hope, any connection he had clung to. There was no trace of her, not a single scent, not a flicker of her presence lingering in the air. He had been too late.

He felt hollow. The Queen Mother’s intervention had spared him, yet even that mercy felt like a curse. Uriel’s words echoed in his ears, blunt and unforgiving.

“The Alpha King was merciful enough to release you instead of executing you, thanks to the Queen Mother’s plea for your life. Treasure this second chance, Midas, and do not repeat your mistakes. Gavriel will not give you another opportunity, so be cautious about the company you keep. You are stripped of your official position in the royal court. Take thi