|| Alaric’s POV ||

My Luna.

My dove.

My princess.

The words echoed in my mind, a mantra I couldn’t escape. Was she my mate? I wished she was. If she were, she would have told me by now. But the way she looked at me, the way she trusted me— it was enough to make me hope.

The whispers started almost immediately.

“Is that Lilac Blackwood?”

“She’s beautiful.”

“She looks like a real Luna Queen.”

“Absolutely ...