Ethan’s eyes remained on Arielle and Leo for a moment before turning to the guards standing nearby.

“Bring me a table,” he commanded, his deep voice carrying a quiet authority.

The guards immediately bowed.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“And a chair.”

He pointed toward the large oak tree at the far end of the royal garden, where its wide branches cast a cool shade over the grass.

“Set them beneath that tree over there..”

His gaze shifted to another guard.

“Bring today’s scrolls, pack ...