Elsa’s POV
When I reached the Alpha’s chamber, the air was warm and filled with the mouthwatering aroma of roasted meat and spiced bread. The maids were already setting the long table, arranging bowls of fruits and polished silverware with practiced grace. The candles flickered softly, casting golden light across the room.
As soon as they saw me, the maids stopped what they were doing and bowed deeply. “Luna,” they greeted in unison.
I nodded with a gentle smile, though my heart was still beating fast. It wasn’t just because of the upcoming coronation — it was because of him.
The Alpha’s scent lingered in the air dark cedar and something faintly wild — and it always made my chest tighten.
I took a few steps inside, smoothing down my gown, when the sound of water stopped behind the inn
