"Come to the palace with me," Jared said, still on his knees in the wet sand. His voice was hoarse with emotion, and the moon above made his silver eyes glow like a wolf on the edge of a shift. "Please, Georgia… come home with me."
Georgia didn't speak. Her heart was a mess of memories and feelings. The word "home" was complicated now. It used to mean warm hands and full moons spent under the stars. Then it became cold silence, a palace full of shadows, and a title that brought nothing but pain.
But looking at Jared, his broad shoulders slumped, the soft quiver in his voice, she didn't just see the Alpha who broke her.
She saw the man who never stopped calling her mate.
"Why now?" she whispered, huuuuuugging her arms tightly around her waist. "After all this time… why now?"
