The Wolfless Luna
This is where he's free, behind these closed doors, right on Zaiya's chest, without the world meddling, without his people questioning his alpha strength.
Prince Nicolas didn't know how much time had passed. He rose from his feet, wiping his face dry, ready to face the world again.
He changed into his regalia, combed his black hair back.
His feet dragged sluggishly as he headed towards the forbidden chamber.
Guards bowed at his sight, maids curtseyed. Every Arcadian greeted him pleasantly, but he only returned their greetings with a cold nod.
He opened the gate, guarding the cold stone walls and walked quietly to Azana's cage.