Alpha Terrell's POV
I stood in the corner of the throne room, watching as people began to disperse.
Servants moved around, guiding guests toward their assigned quarters. Warriors moved in groups, following instructions to the barracks or guest wings depending on their rank. Bellick and my generals were being shown to private chambers.
And Angel...
Angel was being led away by a female servant, that infernal Lyra girl trailing beside her like a shadow.
I watched her disappear around a corner, and something in my chest tightened painfully.
"She's different."
I didn't turn. Didn't need to. I knew that voice as well as my own - literally.
"What?" I said flatly.
Merrick moved to stand beside me, his hands clasped behind his back in a mirror of my own posture. Even our body language was identical when we weren't thinking about it.
"Your mate," he clarified, though I'd known perfectly well what he meant. "She's different from what I expected."
"And what exactly did you expect?"
