Delilah’s POV
He shouldn’t have smiled like that.
Not at her.
Not where I could see it, and they said the Alpha King had no softness left in him…that the crown had scraped him clean. Liars. I saw it every time he looked at the girl.
“Myra,” he called, his voice warm enough to melt winter.
The child spun at the sound of his voice. “Daddy!” She ran toward him, tripping over her little shoes, laughter echoing through the marble court. He caught her midair, strong arms locking around her, and for a moment, the entire palace stilled.
I stood there, a tray of coffee balanced in my hands, watching the scene like a ghost at someone else’s feast.
“Daddy, look! I went across the rail twice!” she chirped, proud as a star.
“Three tomorrow,” he said, tapping her nose.
“I promise.”
Her giggle
