Elara's POV
“Dad, what do you mean I must go?” I whispered into the phone, my voice shaking with disbelief. “You’ve warned me my whole life about meeting the Alpha King, and now you just want me to go?”
There was a heavy pause on the other end. I could almost picture my father rubbing his temples, the same way he did whenever things got complicated.
“Listen, Elara,” he said finally, his voice low and tired. “We can’t afford to offend Alpha Thorne right now. Things are…delicate. You should go.”
“But don’t meet with the King,” he added quickly. “Look for any excuse. Anything. You must do whatever it takes not to meet him. Understand?”
Now I was even more confused. My heart pounded harder. What was so dangerous about the Alpha King that my parents had protected me from him my entire life
