Astrein’s POV

The moment the messenger burst into the war room, my world narrowed to a single point of pure, blinding panic.

“Alpha! Luna Gaia has been taken!”

The scroll hit the table. Vincenzo’s elegant handwriting stared up at me like a blade: She is mine until dawn. The gold mines—all of them—or she becomes my Luna. Choose.

Clovoz roared inside me, golden fury ripping through my veins. I slammed both fists down so hard the heavy oak table cracked ...