Lauren
The morning light pierced through the curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floors. I hadn’t slept much the night before, my thoughts spinning in a web of frustration, anger, and a sense of looming dread.
After everything that had happened—after the fight, the tension between the pack, and the discovery of my bloodline—I thought I could breathe, at least for a little while. But no.
The Alpha King, Dalverious, had other plans.
A knock echoed through the front door, sharp and demanding, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I’ll get it!” Owen’s voice called from downstairs.
Had they gotten up before us? Ugh, kids.
I groaned, rubbing my eyes. What was this now? Another one of the Alpha’s “emissaries”? Because I was so in the mood for that.
It wasn’t long before Owen appea
