POV: Alpha Jackson Reynolds
The air in the Coronation Hall was thick enough to choke a human. It wasn’t just the scent of eighty armored Moon-Guard Warriors or the ozone crackling from the Lunar Reservoir; it was the concentrated power of thirteen Alphas, each bringing the weight of their territory into my home.
I stood on the dais, my hand resting on the Star-Iron pommel of the High King’s throne. Beside me, the gold throne sat empty for a moment as Amethyst prepared in the solar behind the hall. Every second felt like an hour. My bond with her was screaming—a jagged, pulsing rhythm that told me the twins were no longer waiting for permission. They were coming for their crowns.
"Open the gates," I commanded, my voice echoing off the marble arches.
Head Warrior Vane Lowe struck the flo
