Lyssa's POV

Later that night, I couldn’t sleep. I stared at my supposed husband, the alpha king, as he slept peacefully beside me. His breaths were slow and rhythmic, completely unaware of the trouble brewing inside me. I gently stepped out of the bed, careful not to disturb him, and stood in front of the open window. The moonlight poured into the room, bathing everything in a soft glow as I felt its cool touch on my skin.

The thought of Alpha Garrett, my fated mate, popped into my head. I ...