Third Person
Yella couldn’t move her body. Her eyes refused, refused to leave him, and her hands tightened on the railing.
So this was it.
From an alpha… to an omega.
A wicked chuckle escaped her lips.
She turned to walk away, but then her wolf wouldn’t let her. Her legs felt heavy, her body fought against her mind, and reluctantly she stayed, their eyes bound by an invisible thread.
Alpha Morgan’s lips curled with a mocking smile.
“You wanted your daughter to be Luna Queen,” he laughed. “Now she is tied to something far more… inconvenient.”
His words cut through like a blade, but his son never reacted. He stood still, his eyes on Yella, but his mind was roaming the room.
He looked pale… too pale for someone living within the royal home of an alpha. He looked too skinny, too weak
