Dane's POV
Four years later.
The door to my room pushed open, and Catherine, my wife, and Luna stormed in, fuming. I didn't even flinch. I was already used to this attitude of hers. A day never passed without her putting her spoiled character on full display.
As I watched her pace and mutter under her breath, my mind drifted back to how I ended up here in the first place.
It wasn't love. It was never love.
Two years ago, after the death of her brother—my best friend—the pack had turned to me. He was supposed to be Alpha, I his Beta, his right hand, his brother in all but blood. But fate had other plans. His illness, one that even the healers couldn't cure, stole him away too soon. When he died, the weight of leadership fell squarely on me.
The council gathered. The pack cried. And their father, the old Alpha, begged. I remember standing in the great hall, every pair of eyes on me, every heart pounding with fear of what would come next.
