A knock at the door interrupted our planning. Alpha Maxwell's voice came through: "If you're awake, there are several pack Alphas waiting to speak with Luna Blackthorne-Maxwell."
I exchanged glances with my mates, suddenly aware that I was still in bed, wearing nothing but a silk robe, with four half-dressed men surrounding me.
"Tell them she'll be ready in an hour," Kane called back, his lips twitching with amusement as he read my thoughts through our bond.
"One hour," Alpha Maxwell confirmed before his footsteps retreated down the hall.
"Politics begins," Fin sighed, stretching his long frame. "Everyone wants to establish connections with the miraculous returned heir who channels divine power."
I groaned, flopping back against the pillows. "Can't we just stay in bed forever?"
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