You Want My Crown Fine Take the Trash Too (by Mountain River) novel Chapter 6

**Chapter 6**

As I watched the murderous intent flicker and grow in Donovan’s eyes, a knot of fear tightened around my heart. The intensity of his gaze was alarming, and I couldn’t shake the dreadful thought that he might truly end Falcon’s life right there in front of me. Without a moment’s hesitation, I stepped forward, my hand reaching out to grasp his arm firmly.

“Don…” I called out, my voice trembling slightly with concern.

He seemed to sense the urgency and worry lacing my tone. Drawing in a deep, steadying breath, Donovan fought to rein in the fury that had been bubbling just beneath the surface. Slowly, the lethal glint in his eyes began to fade, dimming enough for me to breathe a small sigh of relief.

Turning his gaze away from me, he offered my hand a brief, reassuring pat, a silent promise that he would not lose himself completely. His attention shifted coldly to the figures sprawled helplessly on the floor. With a sharp flick of his wrist, the Gamma warriors who flanked him moved into action, dragging Falcon and Julia away as if they were nothing more than lifeless sacks.

“Lock them in Silver Cell,” Donovan commanded, his voice dripping with authority.

The mere mention of that dreaded place sent a shiver down Falcon’s spine, prompting him to struggle violently against his captors. Silver Cell was infamous among our kind—a nightmarish prison where the Lycan Chairman dealt out punishment to the most heinous of criminals.

Constructed entirely of pure silver, it was a cage that burned both flesh and soul relentlessly. Even the strongest of werewolves found themselves driven to madness within its confines. Legends whispered that no werewolf had ever survived three days in Silver Cell without losing their sanity.

“No… Don’t!” Falcon’s voice broke through the air, raw with desperation.

For the first time, genuine terror flickered across his features. He understood the horror that awaited him inside those walls. Silver Cell represented a fate far worse than death itself, but his anguished pleas fell on deaf ears.

Once the chaos subsided and everything was settled, Donovan finally led me out of the jewelry shop. I could tell he noticed the way the entire ordeal had rattled me more than I was willing to admit, even though I tried to maintain a facade of calm.

“The body heals easily, but the mind needs cleansing as well,” he said softly, his tone gentle yet firm. “Come, I’ll take you somewhere special.”

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