Vikram didn't understand why the Wolf Queen had ordered everyone to leave the hall.
Just as he was about to ask, the Wolf Queen rose gracefully from her throne and walked toward him. Her movements were calm and elegant, each step carrying the natural confidence of someone who had ruled for countless years.
Instead of remaining on the throne, she sat beside him on the wide cushioned bench, leaving only a small distance between them.
Vikram instinctively frowned. "Your Majesty…?"
Before he could say anything else, Fenrir slowly raised her hand and rested it on his shoulder. Her fingers pressed lightly against the firm muscles beneath his clothes, as though she were quietly assessing his strength.
The moment her hand touched him, Vikram's expression changed. The pent-up emotions and lust he had been suppressing throughout his long journey suddenly surged within him. His muscles tensed, and his jaw clenched as he struggled to keep himself under control.
