The Mad Lycan Plus-Size Mate
POV: King Valerius
The deepest chamber of the royal archives remained untouched by the modern lighting that illuminated the rest of the estate. Down here, behind a heavy oak door requiring my personal biometric scan, the air was cool and dry. Tall mahogany shelves held centuries of handwritten ledgers, sealed bloodline treaties, and leather-bound royal registries.
I stood at the broad reading table, a heavy book open beneath my hands. My phone sat face down beside a glowing tablet displaying high-resolution scans of regional pack crests, but my eyes remained on the faded parchment in front of me.