Amara’s POV.
After a tiring day of shopping, we finally arrived home. We had just returned from the mall, but Damien went straight to his office.
I let out a deep breath and collapsed onto the bed. My gaze landed on the painting hanging on the wall. It was a portrait of Damien, and even in the painting, he looked handsome and regal. He was always the epitome of glorious.
How can someone be this perfect? Does that even make sense?
My brow furrowed as I remembered the event for tomorrow, and my gaze was drawn to the calendar on the shelf. I laughed at myself. I was certain Remi and Masha would compete to be the first to congratulate me. That had become their habit ever since. From being the best female warrior in the pack to being assigned the task of keeping an eye on the Alpha King and
