AMARA’S POV
I woke up to silence. The space beside me was empty. For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming. I pushed myself up and looked around the room. The curtain was drawn, allowing a faint, muted light to enter.
He was gone.
I swung my legs off the bed and stood, the room felt too large without him. I walked to the door; my hand barely touched the handle when it opened.
Two young girls stepped inside. They both bowed low.
“Good morning, Luna.” One of them said.
I froze in surprise.
“No,” I said quickly. Please… Call me
Amara.”
They exchanged a quick glance. Fear flickered across their eyes, and for a moment, I understood. This was no ordinary household. Obedience wasn’t optional.
“We are sorry,” the shorter one whispered.
“The Alpha King has given strict orders.
You
