The Alpha's Rejected Luna and Her Secret Heir
In this matter, the enforcer's authority supersedes his own.
Supersedes mine. In my own territory, over my own warriors. A year ago, the pride would have choked me. Tonight, something loosens in my chest that I refuse to name as relief, because relief would mean admitting, out loud, that I cannot save my own people alone, and an Alpha who admits that is an Alpha already halfway to losing his throat to a challenger.
"Which enforcer?" I ask.
"Doesn't say. Only that it's the King's best." Dorian almost smiles, the way warriors do when they speak of a legend they half don't believe in.