Princes’ POV
Three Brothers. One Problem.
The Lycan Palace was rarely quiet.
But today… it felt heavy.
Too heavy.
Like something was shifting beneath the marble floors.
Like something had crawled into the palace and thrown everything off balance.
And the cause of it?
A maid.
A prisoner.
A girl who shouldn’t even be breathing in the Lycan King’s shadow.
Yet somehow… she was.
And the princes noticed.
Roger slammed the door of the east wing lounge so hard the windows rattled.
Kennedy didn’t even flinch.
He lifted a cup of tea to his lips like the chaos didn’t concern him at all.
Damon lounged on the velvet couch with his boots on the table, tossing a dagger in the air and catching it lazily.
None of them said a word at first.
But the anger in the room was impossible to igno
