Alpha King Aldric's private study was smaller than the formal throne room, but infinitely
more intimidating. Maps covered one wall, marked with territories and patrol routes.
Intelligence reports were stacked on the desk in neat piles. This was where the real
work of ruling happened—away from the pageantry and politics.
Kieran Moonstone stood by the window, his posture rigid. He'd been summoned to the
palace under the guise of discussing Siobhan's unexpected mate bond, but both men
knew this meeting was about something far more dangerous.
“Sit, Kieran,” Aldric said, pouring two glasses of whiskey. “We have much to discuss.”
Kieran accepted the glass but remained standing. “Your Majesty—"
“Aldric. When we’re alone, it’s Aldric.” The Alpha King settled into his chair, his
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