Beauty and the Alpha Beast
My father, Alpha Jacob Duskborne, lifts his voice.
“Today, we gather in triumph. The witches are gone, our lands are safe, and the girl we lost has returned—not as a victim, but as our greatest victory!”
Cheers erupt, but he raises his hands and continues.
“It is my honor to present to you the rightful heir of Golden Elm. The one who stood against darkness, who freed the lost, who carries both strength and compassion in equal measure—Princess Roxanna.”
The crowd cheers louder, the sound crashing over me like a wave. Howls and applause, drums, trumpets, and voices echo through the room. My mother steps forward and places the circlet gently on my head.
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