Ivy's POV
A heavy silence hung over our table as we finished eating, each of us processing the weight of everything that had just happened. The quietness was finally broken when Sherry leaned toward me with wide eyes.
"You have the king's phone number?" she asked incredulously.
Her question shattered the tension, and we all burst into laughter. I waved dismissively, trying to downplay it. "It's nothing special. All alphas get his number."
Cara shot me a sideways glance. "I don't have his number."
