Thorne's POV
Power was not given.
It was taken.
I had taken it when I was younger than my sons are now, standing on the bodies of rivals, clawing my way to the throne until there was no one left to challenge me. Power was not love. Power was not bonds or prophecy. It was blood and fear. That was the way of wolves.
And yet, the Council muttered of "change." Of "omens." Of that omega girl.
I would crush the whispers before they spread.
Elder Mora thought I did not see her meddling, but I knew. She whispered in corners, cloaked her riddles in talk of the Moon. The Council hung on her words because they were too cowardly to trust their own.
But I had no patience for riddles.
I had three sons. One heir. And no space for an omega to unravel what I built.
Elaria was waiting when I entere
