Desmond stood in his chambers, bare-chested, the weight of his new crown resting on the table beside him. He ran a hand through his hair, staring at his reflection in the polished glass of the window.“It feels good,” he murmured. “Better than I ever imagined.”From across the room, Seraphina laughed softly.“I told you it would,” she said. “You always underestimated what power could taste like.”Desmond turned toward her, his eyes burning with pride and hunger. “Power, yes,” he said, pacing slowly towards her. “But not this kind. Before, I was Alpha, the strongest of the Blackwood line, the ruler of a pack loyal by name but divided by fear and doubt. Now…” He picked up the crown and stared at it. “Now I am supreme with no council to appease, no brother to rival me, no Goddess to question my worth.”He placed the crown on his head, letting the weight settle there.“I should have done this years ago.”Seraphina tilted her head, her hair gleaming in the candlelight. “True, we were pa
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