"Tonight, there is no throne, there are only you and me. One Alpha, one Omega, one bond."
Alaric's arms were the only safe place left in the world. We were standing in the very spot where I had nearly lost myself to my first heat, a place of profound vulnerability, now transformed into a haven of mated intimacy. I looked up at his face, the gold of his eyes shadowed by exhaustion and worry. He was the King of the Northlands, the center of this political storm, and yet, he had left it all to come to me. I could not shatter this moment with treason and prophecy, and the world could wait ten minutes.
"My King," I whispered, reaching up to gently cup his powerful jaw.
