One hundred and thirty five

Alpha Malik ventured into the palace garden with a heart brimming with joy. It was a beautiful evening, and the garden seemed to bloom in response to his elation. With every step he took, anticipation grew within him as he eagerly awaited the arrival of the masked girl who had become the light in his life. This was a moment he longed to cherish—ones of the memories that were etched in his heart.

As he stood there, a smile playing on his lips, the passing minutes turned into an hour, and time slipped away unnoticed. The smile that once adorned his face slowly faded, replaced by a flicker of concern. Where was the masked girl? The question lingered in his mind, eroding the happiness he had held moments ago.

Just then, the garden was disturbed by the arrival of the queen. She gracefully approached the king, her gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. She lowered herself into a graceful curtsy, intending to offer her greetings. However, before she could utter a word, the kin