KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The golden light of late afternoon streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the royal chamber. Eden's laughter resonated like music against the stone walls as he playfully dodged Alpha Jason's attempts to capture him. I watched them with a warmth blossoming in my chest, the sight of my family a soothing balm to the ever-present anxiety that comes with ruling.

"Careful, Eden," I cautioned with a smile, "your father might just be the ...