AURELIA

Everyone keeps telling me to wait.

“Be patient.”

“Give the Alpha time.”

“He’s still healing.”

“Winning his heart is a process.”

God. Enough.

I'm not here to win his heart.

I don’t even want it.

What would I do with love, anyway? Frame it? Rock it to sleep?

No.

I came here for something solid. Something that doesn’t crumble.

I came for his throne.

And I’m done waiting for him to see me. He doesn’t have to love me — he just has to need me. Respect me.

Choose ...