"The Law is not written in stone or crown, but in flesh where the Alpha yields to the only force that can break and bind him: his mate."
Alaric's pov
The courtyard was frozen, a perfect tableau of absolute obedience. Silas had begun his report, detailing the neutralization of the rot-inducing compound and the securing of Rell Vorn. But the words, though critical to the bond's survival, were distant, muffled by the immense, roaring presence of the Wolf still thrumming beneath my skin, and my focus was singular, obsessive, and utterly necessary: Elias.
