Alpha Lucien’s POV
I sat in my office, a mountain of documents spread before me, patrol reports, supply lists, complaints from the elders. The usual nonsense. The ink on the latest patrol log bled slightly at the edges, a sign it had been written in haste.
My fingers paused on a thick, cream-colored envelope titled Wedding Preparation List.
A bitter smirk twisted my lips.
“Beta Alvarick is funny,” I muttered under my breath, tossing the envelope aside like it was something foul.
So he truly believes this wedding will go on?
He thinks I don’t see through him, his so-called concern, his too-eager moves to marry off his daughter to Kael.
He thinks I haven’t noticed the way he walks lately, shoulders puffed, eyes gleaming like a man already savoring power that isn’t his.
I’ve watched h
