LIAM
The grandeur of the Northern Kingdom’s palace was undeniable. The towering arches, shimmering chandeliers, and opulent tapestries whispered of a wealth and history that rivaled even our own. We arrived to the sound of ceremonial drums and the welcoming smiles of the northern alphas, their warriors flanking the long hall in stoic formation.
It was all very formal, too formal for my liking, but I played my part. As one of the three alphas of the Crimson Moon Pack, it was my duty to present strength and unity, even if my thoughts were elsewhere.
“Welcome, Alpha Xerxes, Alpha Nasir, Alpha Liam,” the host said, bowing low. His voice carried the weight of respect and expectation.
Xerxes, as always, took the lead, speaking in the deep, commanding tone that seemed to silence every room he
