Chapter 109 Her Pain

Jonathan POV The room hums with the low murmur of conversations and the occasional laughter that ripples through the crowd, but I keep my focus sharp. My ears are trained for specific words, any hint of Celine, the Queen Goddess, or the Werewolf King. These gatherings are ripe with whispered secrets and subtle machinations—something I learned well during my years of service to the Fae Queen.