Chapter 7. His Mate

The moment Gavriel laid Althea’s unconscious body on her bed and saw the blood still damp on the curve of her neck from his bite, something in him snapped.

He stepped out and turned to his Beta, Osman, whose face had gone pale the second he saw Gavriel’s expression.

“Seal the estate,” Gavriel commanded, his tone icy and precise. “No one is to enter or leave. Find every servant, guard, and anyone who has been in Althea’s chamber since noon today. Bring them all to the throne room at once.

Osman responded without hesitation. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

Within an hour, the palace was shaken by the sound of armored footsteps and shouting, filling every corridor with tension. The guards, kitchen staff, maids, and even Melva were summoned and made to kneel in the dimly lit throne room.

Gavriel, dressed in black with his crimson cloak draped over one shoulder like spilled blood, stood on the stairs, his cold eyes scanning the gathered crowd.

Althea