Theo’s POV
Every time I breathed in, the air burned my lungs. The look on Selena’s face when she dropped that black stone into the golden bowl was burned into my mind.
She looked straight at me, and she chose this kingdom and not me.
And then, the King’s voice came back to torture my brain. The lower caste. Servants. They'll clean the streets. They'll work the fields. They'll stay inside these walls forever.
I let out a loud, angry growl, my wolf tearing at my chest. I'm an Alpha. I was born to be one. My father was an Alpha, and his father before him was an Alpha.
Our people are proud. We hunt under the open moon, we run through the deep forests, and we don't bend our knees to anyone.
Now, the Lycan King wanted us to become slaves just to stay alive. He wanted my proud warriors t
