Chapter 68

• Third Person
• They lounged in the midst of tranquil serenity, a stark contrast to the tumultuous thoughts swirling within him. What was wrong with them? How could they carry on with a carefree tournament and revel in it? A twisted sense of disbelief washed over him as he observed them, lounging, laughing, and enjoying a sense of camaraderie that he believed they had no right to. Didn't they sense any impending threat, the storm brewing on the horizon, ready to shatter their idyllic existence?
• An overwhelming urge welled up within him, compelling him to make them keenly aware of the imminent danger that lurked, veiled by their current blissful ignorance. He couldn't wait to witness the torment etched on their faces when the reality of their predicament dawned upon them. They had taken what rightfully belonged to him – his title, his mate, and the opportunity to have a family of his own. The throne should have passed to his son, not to theirs. The injustice of it all gnawed at his very core.