Chapter 145 Escaped
Dwarves are deceptively strong despite their short stature. It was said a dwarf’s hammer could weigh anywhere from 20 to 50 kilos, yet they wielded them with ease in one hand, forging metal into near-magical creations. Born craftsmen, most dwarves became engineers or blacksmiths. The man before him could probably crush his skull with one hand if provoked, and that wasn’t a gamble he was willing to make.
As everyone continued to chat and speculate about Addison’s current position and what Mila’s next move might be, no one noticed Mila silently standing at the back of the hall until she quietly slipped away, vanishing without a word.
Addison, however, heard every murmur. Each word felt like a dagger to her chest.
She was well aware of her vulnerability. Without Aurora, her wolf, she wasn’t at her full strength, and there was no telling when, or if, the curse would be broken. In this condition, she truly wasn’t in the best place to claim her rightful role.
And if the court or the public were to learn of her situation, she feared that discontent would grow rapidly. Some might not hesitate to rally behind Mila instead, even submitting appeals to the Royal Court to name her the new heir.
Addison took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. Her gaze shifted to the three men still staring at her with unwavering intensity, then to her father, whose expression offered her no guidance.
She didn’t know what to do.
A part of her wanted to reject Zion right then and there, to spare herself from the complications and pressure. But the werewolf law was absolute: no one was allowed to reject their fated mate. Such an act was said to invoke the wrath of the Moon Goddess herself. If she defied fate, her bloodline could be cursed. Her descendants might never be granted a fated mate, not even generations into the future.
And that possibility terrified her.