Erick
The moment Sophia was taken away in handcuffs, something in me snapped.
I stood there, frozen—not because I was unsure of what to do, but because she had asked me not to intervene.
That look in her eyes, the slight shake of her head, the quiet, unspoken request: “Let me handle this.” And I honored it, gods help me, I honored it.
But now? Now all I could taste was the bitter sting of my own restraint.
Sophia, my Luna, dragged away like some criminal, her dignity trampled while I stood like a statue among fools.
What kind of Alpha King allowed such a spectacle? What kind of man did that make me?
“Call security,” I growled at one of my guards as I stormed back into my office. “I want every second of that footage pulled and saved. I want a full copy delivered to the police chief
