LILA'S POV
Back in my locked room after Darius’s coronation, the Silvermoon packhouse felt emptier despite the lingering cheers.
I sat on the bed, bored, the mate bond with Asher a faint pulse in my chest. How could they make Darius alpha, a murderer who cared only for power?
His coronation had crowned him with more authority, his smug grin now backed by the pack’s loyalty.
Escaping this packhouse, with its guarded gates and watchful eyes, felt nearly impossible.
Asher’s letter under my pillow promised rescue, but Darius’s new power was a wall between us.
I stared at the gown from the ceremony, tossed on a chair, its weight a reminder of his claim.
The mate bond flickered, Asher’s love my only spark in this boredom.
I needed to escape, but Darius’s strength as alpha made every
