Alera’s POV
The morning air was crisp, carrying with it the scent of dew and the quiet promise of a new day. As the sun cast its golden rays over the kingdom, I found myself standing before the heavy wooden doors of the Lycan King’s chambers.
Today, I had made a decision.
I would not stand idly by while he carried the weight of the world alone. If there was even the smallest thing I could do to ease his burden, I would do it.
I took a steadying breath before pushing the door open.
Inside, the room was dimly lit, the large curtains drawn over the towering windows. A quiet stillness lingered in the air, but what caught my attention was the lone figure seated on the massive bed.
There he was—my King.
His back was slightly hunched, and his hands rested on his thighs. His eyes, dark and
