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Brea’s POV When I woke up, the first people I saw were a man and a woman. They looked to be in their forties, their faces etched with concern. I shot upright, fear gripping my chest—until I recognized the room. I was back at Draco’s pack. The woman approached me slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe now,” she said softly. “Where’s Leon?” I asked, shrinking away from her touch. Looking at them more closely now that I was fully conscious, I realized they resembled the Alpha King Aristes and Queen Luna Kayla. “Are you… The King and Queen?” I asked, wondering if I was still dreaming. My heart started to race. Then I remembered Loriah. “Loriah was with me. Where is she?” The Queen—Luna Kayla, or at least I assumed it was her—swatted the Alpha King’s arm. “Aristes, hurry. Call Loriah. Tell her our girl just woke up.” She moved closer, and I did not flinch this time. Aristes. He really was the Alpha King. He had been staring at

Brea’s POV It had been a few months since I returned to the castle with my parents. We reconnected almost instantly, as if we had never been apart. With their love and patience, Leon’s death had become… a little more bearable. I video-called Loriah every day, and Sister Nora stayed with me during the first weeks of my return. Even Claire, Marcus, and Draco had been a source of comfort. But it didn’t hurt any less. Leon had been dying… and I blamed him. Blamed him for not being there for me—for my first shift. The guilt clawed at me endlessly. We never got to stand beneath the full moon and confirm what we both already felt—that we were mates. We would never have that chance. If I hadn’t spent years pushing him away… maybe we would have built a family long ago. Goddess… I was so stupid. I went downstairs earlier than usual that morning. I wanted to start meeting the pack—getting to know everyone. My father had made it clear that one day I would be in charge of all

Brea’s PoV Roan’s pack was massive, nestled deep within the wild forest. From the sky, the mansion at its center looked magnificent. The smaller houses scattered around it resembled pebbles against the vast wilderness. Roan and Dad had agreed it wasn’t safe to reveal my true identity, so I arrived as Brea Mae, attorney at law—not Princess Brea of Savery. “Watch your step,” Roan said as he helped me down from the jet. I wobbled slightly. I really shouldn’t have worn high heels—but they were practically all I owned. Roan chuckled, clearly catching on. “I’ll take you shopping for boots and sneakers in the nearby town,” he said. “His heated gaze ran traveled slowly over me. As great as you look in those heels, they’re not exactly made for this terrain.” I felt heat rise to my cheeks. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I was used to compliments—men gave them freely—but where others annoyed me… Roan’s made me blush like a schoolgirl. A black SUV pulled up besid

Brea’s PoV Our breaths mingled as I held onto his biceps, my fingers tightening instinctively. He was wearing only his pants. His body was solid—hard, defined muscles and sculpted abs. His sun-kissed skin contrasted sharply with my pale one, where only my blood-red nails stood out against him. “Careful there,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, his eyes darkening. For a moment, I almost leaned in. Almost. But a sharp pain pierced through my chest. Leon. Shame flooded me. I loosened my grip and stepped back, creating space between us. Roan cleared his throat, just as affected. “Thank you, Roan,” I said quickly, trying to steady myself. “Your wolf is… incredibly big and handsome.” It wasn’t a lie. His wolf had been breathtaking—reddish fur that seemed to burn like fire, with deep, midnight-black eyes. “Likewise, princesa,” he replied softly. “I expected nothing less from you.” ~~~~~~~ That night, I slept better than I had in a long time. I video-called Lo

Brea’s POV That afternoon, Roan and I sat in his office reviewing documents related to properties his mother had left to him and his sister. Stacks of contracts and deeds covered the massive mahogany desk between us. “Was your mother from my country?” I asked, noticing that most of the properties were located in New York. “Yes,” Roan replied, leaning back slightly in his chair. “Charlotte Fern was her maiden name. Later, she became Carlota Espineda.” “There’s still a lot under the Fern estate,” I observed as I reviewed another file. “Your mother kept a strong connection to her roots. The name change would be an issue, but not impossible to fix." “She did,” he said quietly, his voice softer than usual. “She loved Liandor… but part of her heart always belonged to her birth place.” I glanced up from the papers. The tenderness in his expression caught me off guard. It was strange seeing this side of him. The fierce Alpha King who could make an entire room tremble with