Klaus’s POV
Fate blessed me with power and a pure bloodline—but cursed me just as deeply with the consequences.
I was born to lead, shaped from the moment I could walk to carry the weight of a legacy older than I can comprehend. My blood runs black with duty, forged in fire and ancient promises. And there are rules—rules I cannot break. Not because I don’t want to, but because breaking them would destroy me.
One rule, above all, binds me more tightly than any chain.
I cannot leave Onyx.
Not until I have fulfilled my duty. Not until I have ruled this pack and passed the Alpha title to my successor—one born from my own blood. My heir.
If only I could bend that one rule.
If I could, I would leave tonight. I would take Aria’s hand and vanish into the mountains, into the forest, into a q
