CHAPTER 92 Father's Betrayal

　　Clayden's POV

　　Weeks had turned into a relentless blur as I searched desperately for any trace of Kassandra. It felt as though she had vanished into thin air, leaving behind an emptiness that echoed in the depths of my soul. The bond between us remained, a tether that refused to break, but her presence eluded me.

　　Every day, I scoured the territory, my heightened senses strained to their limits, hoping to catch a whiff of her scent. But it was as if she had evaporated, leaving no trace for me to follow. The frustration gnawed at me, taunting me with its silent mockery.

　　"Alpha, the royal dictator called," A servant swifts in to inform me about it but like the other days that come to a halt, I ignored it.

　　The absence of Kassandra was a constant ache, a reminder of what I had lost and the depth of my feelings for her. It was a bittersweet torment, the remnants of our connection still tugging at my heartstrings, yet the reality of her absence weighed heavily upon me.