len
nt of old leather, expensive whiskey, and my own Siberian cedar and frost did little to cool my irritation. My grandmother, Elder Seraphina, had p
e. Her sheer incompetence had caused absolute chaos, offending allied Alphas and nearly sparking a war. It took the former Royal Luna stepping in, flanked by Lady Kimberli and a formidable female Alpha from a northern pack whose sharp int
ubmission her rank demanded-I felt an unnerving, electric shock of recognition. The same untouchable steel I had glimpsed in that northern Alpha years ago radiat
eta, who stood silently by
Below, in the sprawling gardens, Elara was kneeling on the grass bef
coffed. Her tone bordered on insolent, clearly emboldened by my grandmoth
k into her submissive shell. Instead, the
lockage, Hattie. You've been feeding him too many rich meats and entirely neglecting fiber. D
mouth opening and
authority. "Is his future strength a risk you
Hattie stammered, tak
For your negligence, half of your stipend is docked for this moon cycle. One more mist
bowing her head in a mix of gen
ed by a woman of profound warmth. Her voice softened to a gentle murmur as she began explaining
My chest heaved as my Inner Wolf clawed at th
roared, the possessive pride
ishing her dominance over a key servant with flawless precision. I stared down at her kneeling in the dappled sunlight, the mystery of Elara Foster deepening into a dangerous obsession. I wa
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