Aria Blackwood......
The morning air was thick with expectation.
By the time I reached the great hall, it was already overflowing. Long tables stretched from end to end, heavy with bread, roasted meats, and steaming pitchers of coffee. Warriors from every pack crowded the benches, laughter and growls blending in the cavernous space.
But the center table… that was where the true weight sat.
Damien, our future Alpha, lounged with forced ease, flanked by Serena—draped in silk very transparent silk, I could see her taut n*****s , she was sitting like she already wore a crown—and the visiting Alphas. At the head, larger than life, sat him.
The Alpha King.
Even seated, he dwarfed the rest. His shoulders broad, his dark hair brushing against the collar of his black tunic, and those silver e
