Chapter 97

ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV

The ornate oak doors of my office swung open with a force that rattled the crystal decanter on my desk. A whirlwind of silver hair and crackling energy filled the room – Nana. My formidable advisor and confidante hadn't just entered; she'd stormed in, her fury a tangible presence in the air.

I wasn't surprised. The memo announcing the coronation festivities must have reached her desk. A faint glimmer of amusement flickered within me, quickly extinguished by the storm brewing before me. No one dared speak to me like that, no one except Nana.

"Lucius Tiberius," she roared, her voice vibrating with barely contained rage, "what in the seven hells have you done?"

I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers in front of me. "Good afternoon, Nana. To what do I owe the pleasure of your… explosive arrival?"

Her scowl deepened. "Don't you play that coy game with me, boy. You know damn well what I'm talking about. This coronation… this public spectacle! You haven't even disc