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porcelain plate, hyper-aware of the heavy, piercing gaze fixed upon me. Alpha Kaelen sat at the head of

of a starving predator dissecting its prey. Every time I looked up, his piercing ice-blue eyes were already ther

e suffocating pressure, I set my silver fork down and offered a soft, pol

second-something raw, feral, and dangerously possessive-before it was violently buried benea

ingle word severing our b

man was carved from glacial ice. It was a stark reminder

d to see her smiling warmly from her seat. "Your knowledge of healing herbs and your swift ac

polished silver tray. Resting on the velvet cushion was a he

," Seraphina announced, her voice carrying clearly across the hall, a delib

raped violently against her plate. Her

of real power. I stood up slightly, bowing my head in perfect respect as I took the he

tical cage I had first walked into was gone. A fire crackled in the hearth,

om memory-the same designs I had perfected during those long, lonely years locked in the Royal Palace in m

ely at ease now that his stomach was healed. Jaxon stood nearby, no

ant, stood quietly as the tailor finished his measurements. He looked down at his bare feet, then slowl

ard, burying his small face

ice trembling and barely audible ov

ody into a fierce, gentle hug until he completely relaxed against me. In this warm roo

House grounds, I knew I had to prepare myself. The formal Pack dinner was approaching, and in