"Your Highness," the Alpha said, bowing deeply. His voice was smooth, practiced, the voice of a man who had spent decades navigating political waters. "Congratulations on your crowning. The Adama family is truly fortunate to have you."
The Luna stepped forward as well, her head bowed, her hands clasped in front of her. When she lifted her gaze, her eyes met Iva's.
"Princess Iva," she said, and her voice was softer, almost hesitant. "What a surprise this is. To see you rise so high after all these years."
Iva's smile didn't waver.
"Thank you for your kind words," she said, her voice perfectly neutral. "Your presence here is... noted."
The Alpha's eyes flickered—just for a moment—and Iva caught it. The flash of resentment beneath the polished surface. The barely concealed anger that sim
