Chapter 82: The Execution Begins

Olivera’s heart raced as the door before her crashed to the ground with an alarming thud. She stared, wide-eyed, at the thick slab of metal lying horizontally, forcefully dislodged from its frame. Her gaze lifted slowly to Nick, standing at the entrance, his chest heaving from the exertion of breaking it down. His breath came in heavy gasps, and for a moment, she marveled at his strength. That door wasn’t just ordinary wood—it had the feel of iron, though not quite. Whatever material it was, it had clearly taken a significant amount of force to bring down. Olivera’s mind wandered briefly to the Alpha King, already imagining his rage when he discovered this latest act of rebellion. They were undoubtedly in trouble, but she suspected Nick had thought of that too. If anyone could navigate the consequences of the Alpha’s wrath, it was him. Yet, the pressing question remained—what was happening with Jeremy? "Olivera, hurry! We need to leave now, before it's too late," Nick urged, his vo