I stood in Theo's arms, my back pressed against his chest as we gazed out over the Royal City spread beneath us. The balcony off the hotel's dining room offered a private sanctuary above the bustle below, the evening air carrying whispers of spring. Theo's warmth seeped through my clothes, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against my spine. Only a week had passed since we'd met, yet here I was, wrapped in the Lycan King's embrace, my mind spinning with the impossibility of it all.
The Golden Compass Hotel's balcony provided a breathtaking view. The Royal City unfurled beneath us like an elaborate dream, white marble buildings catching the moon's glow, transforming ordinary stone into something ethereal. Moonstone-infused architecture created rivers of soft light flowing through the streets. I
