Elara’s POV
The Silver Moon packhouse smelled like roasted meat and fresh bread, completely masking the scent of fear that had plagued these halls for decades.
I stood near the grand archway of the dining hall, watching a scene I thought I would never live to see. The former Omegas—the maids, the stable boys, the cooks who were once forbidden from eating until the Alphas were finished—were sitting at the main mahogany tables. They were eating their fill, laughing nervously but genuinely, while the Lycan guards stood watch, ensuring not a single Southern Elder dared to interrupt them.
"You did this, my Queen."
Valerius’s deep, rumbling voice vibrated against my shoulder. He stepped up behind me, wrapping his massive arms around my waist and resting his chin on top of my head. The he
