Cherish Me, Daddy
After that, my father hollowed out, his health fraying until he could no longer lead.
Elric had stepped in, of course. He always did. Son of Beta Marcus, my father’s right-hand, with a smile sharp enough to draw blood and a body that screamed Alpha in every line. He’d saved my father’s life when the illness came, offering their clinic, their resources. And when the council voted to crown him Alpha a month before my wedding, I didn’t argue. How could I? Elric had been my chosen for years.
“How do I look?” I asked, twirling for her. The ceremonial robe clung to my frame, its gold embroidery glinting under the ballroom chandeliers.