Beauty and the Alpha Beast
The music swells, a lilting melody played on harp and lyre, blending with the rhythmic pulse of drums that speak of ancient rites and new beginnings.
I glide beside Kael, feeling the weight of his hand steady on my waist, the strength of his presence grounding me. His emerald robes shimmer beneath the soft light, the golden embroidery catching my eye every time he moves. Around us, the murmurs of admiration follow—he’s the Dragon King, fierce and revered; I am the witch wolf shifter princess born of fire and shadow, bound to him by blood and fate.
I catch sight of Annabel and Ryker near the edge of the dance floor, talking quietly. She’s smiling in that soft, surprised way she does when some
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