Bound to Four Alphas
"Four alphas, each carrying a fragment of royal blood diluted enough that no one thought to track it, drawn together around a True Luna capable of binding all four at once. Do you understand what that means, April? What kind of army stands behind a bond like yours, once properly directed?"
"An army," Riven repeats flatly. "That's what we are to you. Not people. Not choices she made. An army."
"Everything is an army to someone," the woman says, unbothered. "The only question is whether you're commanding it or being commanded." She tilts her head slightly, studying him the way someone might study a particularly interesting specimen pinned to a board. "You, for instance. Enforcer bloodline, sev