Mason’s pov
The night still clung to the air as I walked down the empty streets of the city, my thoughts a tangled mess of conflicting emotions.
Marriage. It was more than just a word—it was the key to everything I’d wanted. The position of Alpha. The respect of the pack. The power to shape my own destiny. And yet, as much as I hated to admit it, it was the one thing I hadn't been willing to consider. Until now.
Kiana. Her face, her soft laugh, and the way she always seemed to have this strength about her—she'd been in my thoughts more and more lately. She wasn't just the perfect match in terms of lineage or power, like my father would prefer. No, Kiana had something else. Something real. A spark, a fire that I couldn’t ignore. And maybe... maybe she could be the one. The woman I could
