Caspian Blackwood pov :
To be an Alpha King is to live in a state of perpetual, calculated tension.
For twenty-two years, my entire existence had been defined by duty, strategy, and the overwhelming, crushing weight of a crown I hadn't even officially inherited yet. I was trained to view every interaction as a negotiation, every shadow as an assassin, and every emotion as a potential vulnerability that could be exploited by my enemies.
But as I sat behind the massive, carved mahogany desk in the Alpha’s private study, surrounded by century-old maps and complex border patrol schedules, my mind was entirely, blissfully empty of war.
I couldn't focus on the parchment in front of me. I couldn't bring myself to care about the minor territorial dispute occurring three hundred miles to th
