The Alpha King's Daughter
She had never considered that her father might take another mate; the memory of her mother remained so powerful in the palace, almost as if her spirit still haunted the corridors.
"But Father, she wasn't just your mate. She was my mother," Elizabeth said softly, her voice barely audible even in the quiet study. Deep inside, a storm of conflicting emotions swirled: fear of change, worry about her own position, and beneath it all, a small spark of hope that perhaps she wouldn't be so alone in this vast palace.
Alexander watched his daughter's face carefully, reading the subtle shifts in her expression that others would miss. He had anticipated resistance, perhaps even tears, but the controlled