A long silence ensued between them.
Jade and Gale stared at each other—no, Jade was staring at her Alpha, but Gale was glaring at her, as if he could kill her right here, right now.
"So, what do you think of my theory? It's quite plausible, right?"
"The only thing plausible in this scenario is me ripping your head off," Gale retorted ruthlessly. "I don't want to listen to your bullshit. If there's nothing else you want to talk about, then leave the throne room immediately. You have no right to be here."
"I know you can be violent at times. But you should consider my theory. I'm just trying to make sense of what happened last night. Who knows, Swan might've used her witchcraft to put Rock into a sudden rut as well—"
Jade quickly stopped her sentence because Gale began to release his aura. It was a threat because even she wasn't immune to it. She might've died due to lack of air.
