LUTHER’S POV

“Alpha Luther, our polling numbers are slipping.”

Marcel’s voice was sharp, clipped, like he’d been rehearsing this speech in the mirror. He stood in front of me with that ridiculous navy tie strangling his neck, papers in hand like they were holy scripture.

“Voters want confidence in their Alpha,” he pressed on. “And confidence means an heir. A Luna. A first lady. Without that, they don’t see stability.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. Gods, politics ...