Chapter 440

Third Person's POV

For years, his role as the Minister of Culture had taught him restraint. Even a furrowed brow was controlled.

When a messenger once entered his study with bloodied wolf fur, he froze the room with oak-like aura. In private, he shredded three desks with his wolf claws.

They were heroes, and as family, his pheromones could only carry pride, never weakness.

But now, suppressed sorr