Darius’ POV
The doors to the throne chamber was before me, tall and imposing, but they didn’t compare to the weight pressing down on my chest.
My fingers curled into a tight fist, my nails biting into my palm.
The final meeting before the charity gala—one last discussion with the elders before we opened our gates to Alphas and Lycan Kings from every corner of the land.
It needed to be perfect. It would be perfect.
A guard stepped forward, bowing his head before his voice rang out across the chamber. “His Majesty, Lycan King Darius.”
The heavy doors groaned as they swung open, revealing the long, polished table surrounded by the pack’s elders.
Their faces, lined with age and deceit, turned toward me as I stepped inside. Beta Derek followed close behind, his movements sharp and ca
