My name is San Qi.I was born the first prince of the Mystic Wolves—heir to a throne carved from blood, loyalty, and ancient law.
And I killed my own brother.
Not in a moment of rage.Not in madness.But because he poisoned me for five years, stole my throne, betrayed our bloodline, and sold our people to monsters wearing familiar faces.
They called me weak.They called me dying.They prepared my funeral while I was still breathing.
What they didn't know was this—
I survived the poison.I embraced the darkness they feared.And when I returned, I was no longer a prince begging for justice.
I was the Alpha they created by betrayal.
This is not a story of forgiveness.This is the story of what happens after mercy dies.