Meanwhile, the other Omegas had quietly fled the tavern, and even the owner had slipped out through the back door, leaving the drunken Alphas to their bloody frenzy.
Soon, only one Alpha remained standing.
Seeing the man stagger toward the dancer, reaching out to seize his hand, the King immediately rose from his seat and drew his sword.
But before he could take a single step, an axe suddenly came hurtling past his face.
It flew across the room and struck the drunken Alpha squarely in the neck with a sickening crack, sending him collapsing to the floor.
The King froze, his eyes widening in shock.
"Your Majesty!"
His guards sprang into action with their drawn swords rushing to surround him and forming a protective barrier.
From a dim corner of the tavern, a hooded figure slowly rose from his seat and made his way toward the stage, seemingly unbothered by the bloodshed around him.
"Who are you?!" one of the King's guards demanded, raising his sword.
