Alpha Gideon’s POV
The following morning, loud voices outside my room stirred me awake.
I didn’t need anyone to tell me what was happening — my pack would not rest until they caused more trouble for Vera.
Sighing in frustration, I pushed myself off the bed and headed into the bathroom for a quick shower.
The cold water helped clear my mind, sharpening the anger already bubbling beneath my skin.
Once dressed, I left my room and made my way toward the main hall.
As I entered, I was met with a surprising sight.
The entire pack had gathered — and there, seated beside my chair, was Vera.
I couldn’t hide the small smirk tugging at my lips.
Despite everything, she sat with quiet pride, her back straight, her eyes calm.
Sitting so close to my throne clearly marked her position — the Luna
