Skye’s POV
The castle never felt like mine in the beginning. When I first stepped into its vast halls—stone walls rising higher than the eye could see, chandeliers dripping with golden firelight, corridors stretching endlessly like rivers carved from marble—I felt small, almost like an intruder in a life that wasn’t meant for me. I was an orphan once, an omega shunned by the pack, called weak, fragile, unworthy of belonging. Yet here I stood now, Queen of the Lycans, wife to the King whose very name inspired awe and dread—Damian Velaris.
But over time, the cold grandeur of the castle softened. The walls no longer loomed; they embraced. The echo of footsteps down the halls was no longer lonely—it was filled with laughter, with tiny feet scampering, with the music of a family built from lo
