She Pulled a Pregnant Wolf From the River—Then the Alpha King Brought Her to His Throne

Chapter 2

He crossed the cottage as if nothing in the room existed except the woman by the hearth. The villagers stayed pressed to the floor beneath his alpha pressure. Royal wolves filled the ruined doorway behind him, armor dark with rain, eyes lowered in grim respect.

I stood frozen beside the hearth, the cooling blade still in my hand, as the newborn gave a faint sound against the queen’s chest. The king dropped to his knees beside his mother. Only then did I see how young grief made him. The scar across his face, the black armor, the killing gold in his eyes — all of it remained. Yet his hand hovered above her shoulder with a gentleness so careful it looked painful.

“Mother,” he said again, quieter.