Malrik’s POV
“Alpha… Alpha, please.”
Ysolde’s voice reached me, but it felt muted, distant as though the sound came from another room, muffled by walls I couldn’t break through. I was frozen. My body refused to move, my tongue heavy and useless. The shock burrowed into my bones, cold and paralyzing, like a river seized by winter’s ice.
Dravina.
A Moonchild.
A Mancini.
The great-granddaughter of the Mad King.
The truth reverberated inside me with crushing force. It was too immense to absorb in a single breath, too staggering to unravel all at once.
What did this mean for her? For me? For everything we had built?
Ysolde’s voice broke through the fog again, ragged with desperation. “Please, Alpha. She’s harmless you know she is…”
Her words trembled at the edges, nearly shattering in
