THIRD POV.
The air in the room grew thick with tension, as if the storm outside had found its way in. The flickering candlelight cast long, trembling shadows across the wooden floor, stretching toward the feet of the ghost king who stood silently in front of her, still glaring.
King Leander’s expression darkened, his ethereal form pulsing faintly. He didn’t speak, but the tension between him and Agatha was obvious—like old wounds threatening to tear open.
Agatha straightened her back, despite the pain flaring at her side. “He is not just a commoner,” she said at last, her voice low but firm. “Gareth is an alpha—”
“An alpha,” Leander growled angrily. “If you will not do what needs to be done, then you’d better make sure that that commoner does not go anywhere near that throne, Athena. I
