The King Who Bled
Zain stood frozen, his mouth slightly open.
Dumbfounded.
For a moment, it wasn't even shock—it was disbelief, the kind that makes your thoughts lag behind reality. His eyes flicked from Julian to the aftermath, trying to piece together what he had just witnessed.
Damn it Young Master DAurelius was actually holding back all this time?
That moment replayed often - him pulling Julian forward like bait on a string. Back then, sureness hummed under his skin, steady as breath. Outcomes seemed locked in place, predictable as sunrise. Every step led where he'd already decided.
Turns out -
A different fate met the wolf that day - sent straight into harm's way without warning.
"Shit, bro… you're damn impressive."
