The Competition

Cold sweat drenched his back. Was this a threat? Elder Fin couldn't help but shiver when he recalled the earlier suffocating pressure. He was walking on pins and needles to nail the coffin on a corpse that should've been buried 18 years ago.

If only Alpha Raguor had successfully completed the mission, then he wouldn't be in this situation today.

"Elder Fin, what do you think? Have I grown weak to be spellbound by a mere potion?" The Emperor continued.

The crowd fidgeted, rubbing their arms and shifting in their seats like caged beasts as the rising tension in the air evoked anxiety and trepidation in their hearts.

It wasn't that they had forgotten their Lykan Emperor's immunity to potions and spells, but that the possibility of him being under a spell was more acceptable than the lykan claiming a true mate.

After all, who would be uncomfortable with the presence of an all-powerful beast looming over their heads? The one shortcoming of the lykan that comforted them and made them feel s