Leo’s POV
The soft glow of my desk lamp cast long shadows across the walls of my study, the faint scent of leather and paper lingering in the air. Stacks of documents cluttered the surface—territory reports, patrol schedules, grievances from the lower ranks. The mundane weight of leadership.
But my eyes weren’t on the papers.
My fingers curled around the document in my hand, tightening as my mind drifted elsewhere—back to the night I stepped out of the shadows and into the light of my throne room.
The day I revealed myself.
I exhaled sharply, leaning back in my chair as the memory unfolded in vivid clarity.
**Flashback**
“Speak. And make it worth my time,” I had growled.
One Alpha cleared his throat hesitantly, stepping forward with forced confidence. “Your Majesty, we—”
I lifted
