2024-09-16 00:02:08He had his own affairs to handle, which the Lancasters could only dream of reaching his level.
With just a snap of his fingers, he could make their wildest wishes a reality.
If he so desired, the wealthiest families in the city could lose everything, their fortunes vanishing and businesses crumbling into bankruptcy.
But what good would it do to explain this to a woman as arrogant and narrow-minded as Mrs. Lancaster?
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Chapter 732
The front doors of House Draven stood nine feet tall, oak banded in iron, built for a siege that never came.Nobody had shut them against an enemy in four generations.Alex shut them now.He dropped the iron bar across the frame one-handed — a beam three grown men were supposed to need — and set it in its cradle like he was latching a gate behind livestock.No ceremony. No effort.The sound rolled down every hallway in the house.Somewhere in the east corridor, a voice called out, asking who'd closed the doors.Nobody answered.Alex rolled his shoulders once and started walking.In the great hall, Lord Draven wasn't worried yet. “So, the man you called has come?”Wren sat bound in a chair at the center of the floor, two guards behind her. Draven stood at the window, hands folded behind his back."You should understand what's about to happen," he said, "so you don't waste the next hour hoping."Wren said nothing. Her wrists were raw from the rope. Her jaw stayed locked.“Look around yo
Chapter 731
The car didn't stop at the gatehouse.Every noble estate Wren had ever visited stopped guests there — logged them, walked them in on foot.House Draven's driver didn't even slow down. The grounds kept unfolding after that, the way grounds only do when a house wants you to know exactly how small you are.Beasts lined the drive. Not chained. Stationed — the way soldiers stand post.Horned things the size of draft horses flanked a fountain. Something long and scaled coiled along a garden wall, one eye open, watching her pass. Further back, near the trees, shapes she didn't have names for and didn't want to guess at.House Draven didn't just have a guardian bond. House Draven had an army wearing fur and scales, standing at attention.A steward met her — not at the front doors. A side entrance. Past a hallway of portraits she didn't recognize, the air gone hushed and wrong, the kind of quiet built to remind visitors they'd already gone somewhere they weren't invited.Wrong. Something in he
Chapter 730
The doors hadn't finished swinging before the room started deciding what it had seen.House Draven's retainers came for Edmund first — four of them, moving fast and low, the way men move when they want to be gone before anyone thinks to stop them.Nobody stopped them. Nobody wanted to be remembered as the one who'd touched him.Then the guests left. Not a stampede — worse.An orderly, quiet emptying. Coats collected. Cars called. Every one of them already rehearsing tomorrow's story: I was standing by the far wall. I didn't really see.The tigers went out on canvas through the side doors, the white one still trying to stand on the leg that worked. The wolves who could walk had already vanished into the dark. The ones who couldn't were carried out by staff who hadn't signed up for that kind of night.Someone started sweeping glass.That was the only sound left in the hall. A broom, scraping stone.Lord Calder stood in the middle of it and didn't move.Wren stood where the blade had bee
Chapter 729
Edmund didn't send his men after Alex. Not this time. He'd already watched fifteen armed guards fail on a dark road a week ago.This time he sent the wolves.Fifty of them broke through the side doors in one wave — House Draven's guard-pack, bred for exactly this, fur and fangs moving together like one animal built to flatten anything short of an army.They didn't circle Alex. They came for the whole floor, teeth first, meant to press the guests to the walls and show the room how small it was.Alex walked through them like they were smoke.His sword cleared its sheath already singing, blade white and humming. He didn't chase targets. He cut a straight line through the center of the pack and let the rest break around him — two wolves down, then three, his stride never slowing.By the time he reached the far wall, the pack wasn't a pack anymore. Just shapes limping for the door.Not one guest had been touched.For one second, the room understood something it didn't want to. This man was
Chapter 728
The nearest guard had barely closed a hand around Alex's arm before Jennifer was between them, and the guard found himself suddenly very interested in looking at anything else."Take your hand off him." Jennifer didn't raise her voice. She didn't need to.The Warden badge at her collar did most of the work for her. "Or you can explain to your employer why a mere security had to intervene at his own daughter's guest.""This doesn't concern the Wardens." David stepped in close, chin up, playing to the room he'd already gathered. "This is a Calder household matter. An unregistered outsider, causing a disturbance—""He hasn't raised his voice once tonight. You have." Jennifer's eyes cut to him, flat and unimpressed."I've been standing right here. I watched you dig up gossip about a man's beast and go looking for a fight you didn't get. That's not a disturbance. That's you, losing gracelessly, and trying to make security clean it up for you.""You're defending him now?" David's mouth curl
Chapter 727
"Wait!"David's voice cracked on the word, urgency spilling past whatever composure he'd meant to keep. He caught up in three long strides, positioning himself square in their path."You think I'm finished." He looked past Wren, straight at Alex now, all pretense of subtlety gone."What rank is that hound of yours, really? I've heard whispers it's a random street dog."His eyes swept over Alex's plain clothes, deliberately, cruelly slow. "And what family raised you, exactly? Because I don't see one wealthy enough to sit across from a Calder heir at dinner, let alone stand beside her at a banquet like this."His mouth twisted. "We both know what this really is. You found a rich, lonely woman, and you're living soft off her pity. Eating from her hand like a man with no pride left to speak of."Alex didn't look angry. If anything, he looked faintly amused, the way a man looks at a joke that's landed badly for the person telling it."Living well because a woman's rich is its own kind of s
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