Eliot's Second Year
Nova's POV
There was a calmness to the early morning light that filtered through the palace windows, soft and golden. Eliot was the first of the triplets to stir, always had been. He was observant and watchful, quiet unless something demanded his voice. This morning, he clutched a small wooden carving Max had made him, shaped like a wolf, his sharp blue eyes focused on it with intense curiosity.
"My little Alpha," I whispered, brushing his dark curls back. His eyes turned to me, glowing faintly with that divine shimmer I'd come to recognize. There was power in this one. A power that even made the other two step back now and then.
He didn't cry when he was hungry, didn't tantrum when denied. He led, even now. With a gentle touch, with presence. Eliot had inherited mo
