|| Penelope ||
Richard’s hand was firm yet gentle as he pulled me away from the dance floor, his golden-brown eyes warm as ever. My heart clenched at the realization — this was where my past life had ended, on the day of my coronation. But not this time. This time, I had a soulmate who genuinely cared for me, who would stand by my side through every storm.
I let my gaze roam across the grand hall, taking in the nobles, alphas, and warriors gathered in hushed anticipation. In the far corner, Lucian stood shrouded in shadow, his powerful aura subdued to avoid drawing attention. Yet, even diminished, his presence was impossible to ignore.
The three Ancient figures, regal and commanding, stood near the throne, their expressions unreadable. Richard led me forward, guiding me to the steps lea
