Adams' POV

The early morning light was soft and faint as it came through the thick heavy curtains in my study. This gentle light created long shadows that stretched across my desk which were organized and arranged with great care.

On the shelf nearby there were clay figurines shaped like wolves. These figurines were important to me because they reminded me of my family and the role I had inherited as the Alpha King.

The atmosphere in the room felt heavy with an unspoken sense of power and control and there was a quiet peace that surrounded me. However, this moment of tranquility was suddenly broken by a loud and...