ALEXANDER’S POV
The moment I returned to the capital, I buried myself in royal duties.
It was easier that way—easier to pretend I wasn't drowning in thoughts of her.
Eliza.
Her name was always in my mind. I missed her terribly. My wolf kept clawing at me, calling out for his mate.
He demanded that I go back, that I claim her, that I hold her in my arms again.
But I couldn't.
Not yet. Duty came first, as it always had, as it always would.
The grand hall was filled with nobles, generals, and high-ranking officials discussing preparations for the upcoming ceremony.
The packs that had distinguished themselves in the border wars were to be honored, and as the heir to the throne, it was my responsibility to ensure every detail was executed flawlessly. But my mind dri
