Third Person POV
Stefano was standing in front of the large mirror in his private chambers, adjusting the collar of his tunic, his thoughts heavy with the events of the day. The celebratory banquet had gone well, but there was a lingering awkwardness in the air. The full moon was bright, its light streaming through the windows, and Stefano could feel its pull. There was something about the night that made everything feel even more intense.
The sound of a soft knock on the door broke his reverie. He turned sharply, his instincts immediately on alert, his muscles tense.
"Come in," he called out, his voice stable despite the unease that tugged at him. The door opened, and a figure stepped in that made his blood run cold.
Miranda.
His mate.
Stefano’s chest tightened as he looked at her.
