The Lycan King's Outcast Omega
My father, King Alaric, commanding even while buttering toast, and my mother, Queen Sage, whose gentle presence somehow fills the room more completely than my father's authority.
"Alexander," my mother says, rising to embrace me. Her eyes, the same unusual violet as mine, search my face. "You look tired."
"I'm fine," I lie, kissing her cheek. "Just busy with preparations."
My father gestures to the chair beside him. "Sit. We need to talk about the Gala."
I take my seat as servants bring in platters of food—enough to satisfy Lycan appetites. "What about it? I thought everything was arranged."