Liam (POV)
I have faced enemies on the battlefield without fear. I have stared down rival Alphas, survived assassination attempts, and ruled a kingdom that would crumble without decisive strength.
None of that prepared me for the panic that gripped my chest the moment Krystal gasped in pain.
It happened three days after the celebration.
The morning had started peacefully. Krystal was sitting by the window in our chambers, sunlight spilling across her hair as she read through a book one of the elders had given her—something about ancient royal bloodlines and goddess-blessed heirs. I was halfway through reviewing pack reports when I sensed it.
The bond flared.
Sharp. Sudden. Alarmed.
I was on my feet before she even made a sound.
“Liam…” she whispered, one hand pressing to he
