Marianna,
I sat upon the Alpha throne, the seat no one had dared touch for decades. Power thrummed through the ancient wood beneath me, a silent challenge to every tradition that sought to keep me sidelined.
Before me, a sea of she-wolves surged forward, each one desperate for my attention. I had spent years working at my father’s side and managing the internal affairs my mother could scarcely handle. I knew exactly how to cut through chaos.
The guards struggled to hold the line, their voices rising but failing against the tide of voices. In the far corner, Barbara leaned against a pillar, lips curled in a mocking smirk, clearly waiting for me to crumble under the pressure.
I drew a slow breath, forcing my shoulders to relax while fury coiled tight in my chest. These women had come her
