The Alpha's Forgotten Bride
“He will be prepared according to tradition.”
I nodded once, unable to trust my voice again.
As the room slowly emptied, I remained where I was, staring at my father’s still form.
Death had reduced him to what he’d always been beneath it all, a man who made choices, and a daughter who lived with their consequences.
I reached out and brushed my fingers across his forehead, gentle. “Rest in peace, father,” I whispered.
When I finally turned away, it felt like tearing something out of my chest. The corridor outside was lined with guards, their heads bowed as I passed. Whispers rippled through the hall, the Alpha is dead, the daughter is back to take his place, the future has shifted.