Elaria’s POV
In a house with a library tall enough to kiss the ceiling, walls lined with stories from other kingdoms, other times, you would think there would be something about the family that owned it.
But there wasn’t a single book on Alaric’s lineage. Not a single one.
Nothing about the Alpha who fathered him. No tales of the Blackthorn pack, or even the bloodline he was born from. Illegitimate or not, Alpha blood ran through his veins. That should have meant something. It should have been preserved at least. But it was as if someone had scrubbed every mention of him clean.
I hissed under my breath and slammed shut the last book on the table.
“May I help you, ma’am?” Ruth’s voice broke the silence.
I turned. She stood neatly by the shelf, hands clasped behind her back, posture be
