Bella sat on the couch in King Markus’s grand office, her posture relaxed yet her mind still racing from the events of the day. Asher was beside her, his hand firmly gripping hers, his warmth grounding her in the whirlwind of emotions. Across the room, Alpha Azriel and Luna Lora sat close together, their expressions a mix of pride and concern. Queen Kaya stood near the window, her usual composed demeanor softened by a hint of curiosity and sympathy as her gaze shifted to Bella.
The door opened with an authoritative creak, and King Markus entered, his regal presence filling the room. He crossed the room with purpose, his expression unreadable as he took his seat behind the expansive desk.
“How are you feeling, Bella?” Markus asked, his tone gentle but direct.
Bella hesitated for a moment
