Chapter 11
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They came begging for peace.
After merging Silver Moon and Dark Night, I achieved what Karl had always coveted—dominance over the Western Territory. I forged alliances with Eastern and Southern packs to pressure the North. The Northern Territory had made many enemies with their arrogance, and smaller packs eagerly joined my coalition. Lily's pack couldn't withstand our combined might, especially when rival Northern packs seized the opportunity to settle old scores.
"Queen Ella, the Northern pack submits to your authority. As a gesture of goodwill, Miss Lily offers herself in marriage to whomever you choose."
I lounged on my throne, savoring their desperation.
"Too little, too late. The North's submission means nothing to me now."
"As for Lily..."
My lips curved into a cold smile. "What makes her think she's worthy of my attention?"
The messenger blanched.
Lily had lasted barely a year with Silver Moon. As their regret over my banishment deepened and their losses mounted, they'd sent her back North in disgrace.
I don't truly hate her—she was merely a pawn in a larger game.
But I have no desire to see her face. Her current predicament—being traded away by her own pack—is fitting justice for someone who once took such pleasure in my suffering.
