Paul's pov
The steady hum of voices in the throne room barely registered in my mind. My wolf paced restlessly within me, agitated by an unease I couldn't quite shake. The air was charged, thick with tension and something else; something I refused to name.
One of the neighboring alphas, Liam, had come to visit, his presence more of an irritation than a welcome distraction. I wasn't in the mood for diplomacy, not today. His visit wasn't about politics or alliances; it was clear he had come for Pecan. The realization sat like a bitter stone in my chest, but I forced myself to remain stoic.
"Fetch Pecan," I ordered the guard standing by the door, my voice steady but laced with authority.
The guard gave a curt nod and left to carry out my command. I sat back on the grand chair at the head of the room, my fingers tapping against the armrest. My wolf stirred impatiently, eager at the mere mention of her name. I clenched my jaw, trying to suppress the surge of emotion.
