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Chains Cannot Hold a King

Four hundred years of war have left both sides bleeding, and you are the only Fae royal willing to sit across a table from a Lycan and call it peace. Tonight that fragile hope is one unauthorized prisoner away from collapse — because your northern garrison commander decided that caging a powerful wolf was smarter than diplomacy. What General Voss does not know is that the wolf chained in the glacier cell is not a commander. And what you do not know yet is that the moment you walk through that cell door, the most dangerous predator on the continent will look at you like you are the reason he survived four hundred years of war.