Alexander's POV

Her scent hit me before I saw her. That familiar blend of vanilla and wildflowers, underscored by something deeper...something that had always been uniquely Namara.

My lungs seized like I'd been punched. Andal, my wolf, went utterly still inside me for one terrifying heartbeat before he exploded.

MINE.

The force of it nearly brought me to my knees. My vision tunneled, the packed coronation hall fading to gray static at the edges.

All I could see was her. Namara stood near the ...