Royal Alpha Roar.
I should let her father go.
I should let Milton Morgan go?
It doesn’t sound like something I’d do. Jeremiah has told me to let it go before, and now Serayah—with all her beauty and faltering features—has done the same. She brought it to me with such bravery. I’ve crossed limits with her, lines I never thought I’d blur. Lines that make her no longer a stranger.
When she asked who she was to me, I had no answer but the truth is clear. She’s my wife. Serayah is my wife. Her title surprises me like I’m hearing it for the first time. It sits in my chest, free of anger, free of denial. My wife. It causes my heart to skip, like I didn’t already know all this time.
What happened on New Year’s shook me. I’ve never been that shaken. Never. The concept of something happening
