I had never experienced more tranquility than the months after the coronation.

Once a chilly prison of secrets, the castle was now a real home.

It was a place where life was cherished, with laughter filling every nook.

My Lycan power appeared to settle into a steady, serene cadence as my tummy got wider and rounder every day.

Michael had changed.

The coldness that formerly lingered in his eyes had disappeared, but he was still the strong Alpha who commanded the North with a tight grip. ...