Morgana’s POV
Power is never maintained through weakness.
I learned that on the very first day I was marked as Luna.
Now, with Lucian imprisoned, my power was in danger.
The Alphas knew it. I could see the doubt on their faces, feel the tension in the air every time they spoke to me. They didn’t challenge me directly—not yet—but the questioning was there, seeping into their gazes, stretching the silences in our meetings.
"Lucian is still alive."
They didn’t say it out loud, but I heard it anyway.
As long as he breathed, my authority would be at risk. Some would still see him as the rightful Alpha. Others, the cowards, would wait for his return before deciding where to place their loyalty.
I couldn’t afford that.
Lucian had to die.
Not in a public execution. Not in an honorable ba
