Dax pushed open the balcony doors with a swift, powerful movement, letting in the cool night air and the heady, intoxicating scent of their passion. The capital city of Altera stretched out before them, a sprawling metropolis of lights and shadows, a testament to the power and wealth of their kingdom.
He carried Chris to the edge of the balcony, his strong arms supporting the omega with ease. Chris's body was still trembling, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he clung to Dax, his fingers digging into the alpha's shoulders.
Altera stretched out before them: a glittering sprawl of steel and glass, domes and high-rises, the quiet roar of traffic and neon. It looked endless from here, power, wealth, and history lit up in white-gold and blue, the capital pulsing like a living organism. Somewhere out there, press drones still hovered. News anchors whispered about them. Flashbulbs blinked like artificial stars.
None of it mattered.
