"Even kings tremble not before crowns or battlefields, but before the ones who hold their hearts."
It is a strange thing to march toward Elias's chamber as if I were going into battle. I fought wars, ripped through enemies with nothing but teeth and claws, and walked away without a second thought. Yet now, walking these familiar stone halls with Marcus, Niko, and Silas at my heels, my stomach twisted tighter than a knot in a fisherman's net.
"Relax your shoulders, boy," Silas muttered behind me, as if I were some green cub trembling before his first shift. "You look like you're about to confess a crime rather than talk to your Omega, your majesty."
I stiffened. "I'm not nervous."
"Yes, you are," Niko chimed in, her voice a syrupy hum that only grew sweeter when she wanted to irritate me. "I can hear your wolf gnawing at the inside of your ribs. Vayne's practically pacing circles in your chest, your majesty."
