His Rejected Mate's Secret
Even in the presence of this overwhelming power, we were tethered to each other, anchored by something more potent than fear or despair.
The First King raised a hand, and the realm itself seemed to obey him. Shadows stretched into spikes, fragments of the broken landscape surged upward, and I felt the pressure against my chest, the weight of his will pressing down. “Do you see?” he said, voice low, almost gentle. “Power is absolute. Weakness invites collapse. Which side will you choose, Alpha?”