I pulled out a chair, crossed my legs, and looked at Selene with a smirk.

"So what if your spouse finds out?"

"He's someone who always sits at the bottom of the table at the harbor's various werewolf alliance gatherings, does he dare to mess with me?"

My words clearly caused quite a stir, and the people in the room immediately began whispering among themselves.

Seeing that I had exposed Darius Ashford's true status, Selene roared at me in exasperation:

"What do you, a mere errand boy, know! My spouse recently recognized the heir of the Stormvein werewolf clan as his sworn brother; he's a completely different person now!"

"Do you know the heir of the Stormvein werewolf clan? He's incredibly powerful, above all wolves! With such a strong backer, it's easy for our family to mess with a lowly errand boy like you!"

I rested my chin on my hand, looking at her with amusement.

"Then how do you know I'm not the one with unparalleled power, above all wolves?"

"Selene, after all these years, do you really understand me? Do you know who I really am?"

Selene gave a disdainful chuckle, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"You? Above all wolves?"

"Have you forgotten that I chose Darius because you were a poor, down-on-your-luck Omega? Looking back, I was absolutely right. You're not only poor, but you're also incredibly arrogant."

"Oh, I get it. You're here to cause trouble today because you were beneath me, aren't you?"

Holding a grudge?

She really thinks too highly of herself.

I frowned, looking at Selene like she was an idiot:

"Your arrogance truly knows no bounds, yet you're not even worthy of—"

"Enough!"

Selene Frostveil's snarl cut through my words, her eyes dripping with contempt.

"Kael Nightcrest, I never imagined you'd still run your mouth when you're standing at death's door."

"I'm done wasting breath on you. Get on your knees, bow your head to the floor three times, and then crawl out of here! Let's pretend we never crossed paths!"

I paused for a moment, then shook my head with a slight smile.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm still waiting for your mate's formal apology and that hundred acres of borderland territory."

At those words, the wolves gathered around the feast table could no longer hold their tongues.

"Sister Selene, since this bottom-feeding runt refuses to accept your mercy, why bother showing him any kindness at all!"