Aurora’s POV

The King’s chambers were always quiet at dawn , a stillness that carried the weight of authority.

Morning light filtered through the tall crystal windows, scattering against the polished stone floor like fragments of gold.

Gray stood beside me, shoulders squared, every inch the Alpha the world feared. Yet when the King entered, even Gray inclined his head in respect.

“Alpha Gray,” the King said, voice steady yet edged with concern. “The southern border is in unrest ...