Alex POV
Alex sat curled in the corner of the training room, fingers wrapped around a mug of steaming herbal tea she hadn’t taken a single sip from. The tea’s warmth did nothing to calm the cold storm twisting in her chest.
Fear.
Determination.
And something sharp and uneasy every time she looked at Riley and Mason together.
Across the room, Riley stood close to Mason, their heads bent in whispered conversation. Their connection was obvious—palpable—and for a moment envy threatened to surface, dark and bitter.
But Alex forced it down.
She couldn’t afford jealousy.
Not now.
Not when everything depended on unity.
The door creaked open.
Alex straightened immediately as David walked in, Queen Luna Beatrice gliding beside him like moonlight made flesh. Their expressions were grave—to
