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CHAPTER 129
~Author's POV~
South Region – Golden Claw Pack
The gates of the Golden Claw estate creaked open as Zade's black Range Rover rolled onto the gravel path, and the late sunset light gleamed faintly off the sleek vehicle.
The estate itself stood tall—a fortress of prestige and tradition, tucked deep in the southern woods.
The air was thick with pine and lavender, a scent his ancestors once deemed calming to warriors before war.
Zade didn't feel calm.
Not today.
He pulled to a stop in front of the pack house, where two omega maids waited dutifully at the steps, hands folded neatly in front of them.
One of them stepped forward. "Alpha Zade, welcome home. You have a visitor waiting in the main room."
He raised a brow, pushing his sunglasses up into his thick, blond curls. "Visitor?"
The second omega gave a small nod. "Lady Tempest."
His expression shifted, a faint, nostalgic smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Tempest.