Jordan’s POV
As we walked away from King Magnus to sit beside who I assumed were the current Betas and their future successors, I couldn’t stop my mind from spinning.
Magnus.
The same king I’d always thought was just some philandering, misogynistic asshole. The one rumored to sleep with anything from 18 to 80, demon to tree bark with a hole in it.
That was the Magnus I grew up hearing about. The one painted as a man who saw women as walking fleshlight trophies and never lifted a finger to be a real father, let alone a loyal mate.
But now… watching him hug Kieran, whisper something in his ear, then hold me like I mattered?
I was shook. In the best way.
Maybe… just maybe, the old man had more layers than I gave him credit for.
Now the Queen?
Oh, she’s exactly who I thought she was.
