The deafening roars of the execution square and the crushing weight of the Luna Law were left outside the heavy mahogany doors of the royal chambers. Inside, the world was reduced to the soft, rhythmic crackle of the fireplace, casting a warm, amber glow across the fur rugs.
In the corner of the room sat a massive, hand-carved wooden crib. Inside it, six newborn pups—each born with a fierce spark of their father's wild blood—were shifting and murmuring in their sleep.
For the first time in their turbulent lives, they weren't the Sovereign King and the Ruthless Luna. They were just a man and a woman, tangled together in the quiet sanctuary of the midnight hour. It was exactly the kind of romance I had secretly dreamed of.
"If the elders of the High Council could see their terrifying, blood-drenched King right now, they would die of a collective heart attack," I teased, leaning back against the plush velvet cushions of the sofa.
