Alpha Dexter's pov
As the warm tendrils of dawn stretched over the horizon, I stirred from my slumber. Relief washed over me like a wave crashing onto the shore, and a grin stretched across my face, as wide and bright as the morning sun. I could almost hear the whisper of the wind greeting me. "Good morning, world," I murmured, my voice echoing through my chambers like a soft hymn.
I rose from my bed, the silk sheets falling away like a cascade of moonlight. Each step I took was light and filled with an unusual sprightliness. As I emerged from my grand chamber, the early morning light danced playfully off the ornate golden details of my regal abode.
“Good morning, Alpha,” Lewis, one of the palace guards, greeted me dutifully. His posture was as firm as the stone walls that protected us,
