MY BULLY PRESIDENT
The vacation was over; the Academy still needed its Sovereigns to guide the new laws into place.
Mrs. Lee stood at the doorway, a basket of fresh cherries from her new garden in her arms. She looked at the two of them—the Alpha and Omega, the King and his Heart.
"Don't work too hard," she teased, though her eyes were damp. "And remember to eat. Both of you."
Thalynn hugged her one last time, a long, lingering embrace that promised a swift return. Lucian stepped forward, taking Mrs. Lee’s hand and giving it a firm, respectful squeeze.