We didn’t have much time to waste.
But even less time to pretend we hadn’t failed.
Selene’s mother wasn’t someone who forgave lightly—and Louise had made it very clear she expected us to do better, not just say it. That meant more than training or letters. It meant proving to the very people we would one day lead that we could be something more than entitled sons of a fractured lineage.
We walked through the estate halls in silence, all of us still processing what had just unfolded in the infirmary. Endymion was alive—barely. Louise had saved him. Leonidas had stood by him. And the information that followed…
It changed everything.
Especially the part about the Rogue King Alpha—Irwin.
And his son.
We entered the newly redecorated study—though to call it a study now was a stretch. Lou
