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The throne hall had transformed into a feast of gold and silver. Long tables were spread with roasted meats, honeyed breads, fruits glistening like jewels under the chandelier light. Goblets overflowed with wine that smelled sharp and sweet, and laughter rolled through the air as the Alphas of every pack gathered.
Edward and I sat at the high table, draped in rich furs, the crowns still gleaming on our heads. To my right sat Edward, regal as ever, though I caught the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes as he listened to one Alpha boast about his warriors. To my left, the Lycan King Alaric commanded attention with his mere presence, his golden eyes assessing everything like he was weighing each soul in the room.
And then—Liam. My past. My mistake. He sat across the hall among the
