“Tristan!” I cried out, my knees hitting the cold floor as I pulled his limp body into my arms. My hands shook violently as I tried to steady his head against my chest.
Calista and Alpha Conri rushed toward us, their faces mirroring the same expression—shock.
“Guards!” Alpha Conri’s voice boomed like thunder, the weight of his authority filling the room. “Get the doctor. Now!”
My tears spilled uncontrollably as I bent over Tristan. “Please, Tristan, wake up,” I sobbed, shaking him gently, willing him back to consciousness.
But Calista’s venomous voice sliced through the room. “Did you try to kill the prince, Daciana? Is this because he agreed to hand you over to my mother?” Her tone dripped with mockery and irritation.
I raised my head, glaring at her through blurred vision. “I would
