[Miller Mansion]
Beyanca's POV
The moment we stepped into Miller Mansion, all eyes turned toward us.
Though the banquet had long been canceled and only the maids and royal family remained, it still felt overwhelming—like walking into a crowd. From the looks on their faces, it was clear what captured their attention most.
Cole.
And Olivia.
We approached Alpha King Draven, dropping to one knee in respect.
"My lord," Davis announced. "We return with the girl."
Draven turned slowly, crimson eyes locking onto the peaceful figure resting in Cole's arms.
"What happened?" Elder Ember asked emotionlessly. "And why do you smell of Lycan… and dark magic?"
Davis reported everything that had happened. As he spoke, shock spread across the room.
Draven's gaze shifted from Olivia to his younger son.
"Why did you leave the banquet without your beta?" he asked coldly. "And why did you enter Willow Creek without backup?"
"Father, I—" Cole began.
"You not only endangered your life," Reiden cut in sharply, "but Olivia's as well. Always so reckless."
Cole lowered his head—something he rarely ever did.
"I–I'm sorry, Father," he said quietly.
Draven dismissed the apology with a wave of his hand.
"Bring the girl to me. Now."
Cole hesitated. His grip on Olivia's waist tightened protectively. I noticed it—and so did Hailey. She was far from pleased.
Cole stepped forward. Draven stared down at Olivia.
Then, in the next second, her body lifted from Cole's arms—levitating midair.
"Father!" Cole growled, rage flaring.
Draven ignored him, raising his hand as eight thin needles materialized, pointed directly at Olivia.
"Father, what the hell—STOP!" Cole and Rider growled in unison.
The needles shot forward like lightning.
Cole lunged to shield her—
And then—
A massive shockwave exploded outward.
The ballroom was instantly destroyed, sending everyone flying.
"Ahh!" I groaned, scrambling to my feet and helping Hailey up.
"What the—" Sasha froze mid-sentence, staring upward.
Above us, Olivia floated freely, wrapped in a dark purple aura, emitting an ominous, terrifying power. Her eyes glowed gold.
It was as though her body was no longer her own.
Slowly, she extended one hand—
And then—
Holy s—