Royal Alpha Roar.
December 24th.
Christmas Eve. A holiday I banned outright in the Moon Grave because I could. No lights, no festivities, no room for human frivolities. Yet now, to my left and right, lights are strung up everywhere, as well as defiant little beacons that scour in my face of how it took one woman to undo what I declared absolute. From where I stand, the snow-covered trees are suffering from the winter cold. The housekeepers are hard at work, scraping the pavement and clearing paths for tomorrow: a wedding in the freezing cold of morning. My wedding.
I am at that same spot where I first saw Serayah. When she was standing beneath the mistletoe. A moment that should have meant nothing. But by her scent…moons, her scent. It hooked me, dragged me toward a woman who looked lik
