Franklin POV
The morning sun barely touched the horizon when I stepped out onto the balcony, the cold wind nipping at my skin.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.
Pine. Earth. The faint, ever-present scent of rain in the air. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless as usual.
A knock tapped at the balcony door.
“Come in,” I called without turning.
A maid entered with a tray. “Good afternoon, Alpha Franklin. Your tea.”
“Thank you. Just leave it there,” I replied.
She gave a polite bow and quietly exited, leaving me alone with the sun and the weight of a title I still wasn’t used to.
Alpha.
It still sounded foreign in my head.
Some days, I woke up expecting to hear my father barking orders from the training grounds.
I sat down at the small table, sipping the lukewarm tea. My
