The palace gates groaned open.
Dust swirled beneath the hooves of hundreds of mounted warriors as Alpha Kael rode into the courtyard.
His once-pristine armor was scratched, his face drawn with exhaustion. Yet his emerald eyes never left Nysera.
She stood beside Draven at the top of the marble staircase, wearing a silver battle cloak embroidered with the Moonborn crest.
For a heartbeat, Kael forgot to breathe.
She looked nothing like the frightened omega he had rejected.
She looked every inch a queen.
Draven stepped forward, placing himself between Kael and Nysera.
“You have one minute,” the Lycan King said coldly. “Say what you came to say.”
Kael climbed down from his horse.
“I didn’t come to fight.”
Draven raised an eyebrow.
“That’s difficult to believe when you arrive with an
