ALARIC’S POVThe Royal Council Chamber had never felt so divided.Outside the towering windows, the capital of the Lycan Kingdom continued as though nothing had changed.Merchants shouted through the crowded streets. Carriages moved along the stone roads. Soldiers patrolled the palace walls while royal banners danced proudly beneath the afternoon wind.Life continued. But inside the council chamber… Silence hung like a blade.I sat upon the throne with my fingers resting against the carved armrest as I studied the council gathered before me.Every Alpha in the room wore a different expression of Concern….Frustration… Impatience…. Fear and beneath all of it was the same unspoken question.Where was the Crown Prince?At the center of the chamber stood Lord Garrick, Alpha of the Iron Fang Pack.He bowed respectfully before speaking.“Your Majesty, the kingdom can wait no longer.”I said nothing.Lord Garrick continued. “The coronation has already been delayed once.”Another elder stepped
Last Updated : 2026-10-02
