*What's Your Price, Alpha?*
Arthur's POV:
The early morning light streamed through the windows of my chambers, casting a golden glow across the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Elara’s sleeping form, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. For all her fierceness, she was peaceful in sleep, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that usually surrounded her when she was awake. A small smile tugged at my lips as I pushed a stray lock of hair away from her face.
We had argued last night. Elara was stubborn, not wanting to listen to me about slowing down during training sessions. We also talked about her mother, and she was serious in asking me not to visit her mother. She insisted it was unnecessary, that there was no point in trying to reason with someone who wo
