Treyton POV
As I, Alpha Treyton, stood on the stage, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and purpose. The ceremony was a significant moment in our realm's history, and I was honored to be a part of it. But as I looked out at the crowd, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Ava, the young woman who had been chosen to initiate the plan to defeat her father, seemed distant, her eyes fixed on something beyond the festivities.
I watched as she participated in the rituals, her movements mechanical, her smile forced. I knew she was struggling with the weight of her responsibilities, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of concern. She was so young, so innocent, and yet she was shouldering a burden that would crush most people.
As the ceremony progressed, I foun
