---- "Her face... it's changing!" "That face... it's hideous!" Lyla tried to stand, but the pressure was like a mountain, pinning her to the ground. "No... please... I'm begging you..." she pleaded. I looked down at her, my voice ice-cold. "Now, who do you think is the noble one?" She opened her mouth to answer, but the pressure intensified, making it impossible for her to even speak. All she could manage were pained groans. The pressure continued to spread. Everyone below who had participated in my humiliation felt its effects. Marcus was the first to drop to his knees. Then the other Alphas. The she-wolves who had gleefully cut me with their ---- silver daggers collapsed, their limbs turning to water. They trembled uncontrollably, letting out terrified whimpers. "Mercy... have mercy..." "Your Majesty, we were wrong..." "Please... we didn't know..." The entire temple echoed with their cries.