Ryan's POV
I woke before dawn, the weight on my chest so heavy it felt physical. Sleep had been fitful at best, haunted by memories and regrets that refused to stay buried. Outside my window, the moon was setting, its pale light giving way to the first hints of sunrise.
Five years. Five years of living with a lie that had destroyed Diana's life and corrupted my own soul. Five years of wearing a crown stained with the blood of innocents.
Diana hadn't pressed me further about my confession. She hadn't needed to. Her silent strength was more powerful than any demand could have been. Each time I saw her leading the pack, healing the sick, or simply playing with Damian, the guilt twisted deeper.
I rose and dressed simply, forgoing the traditional Alpha attire for plain clothes that felt mor
