Alpha lowell pov
I sat at the dining table, the soft clinking of cutlery and murmur of conversation around me doing little to penetrate the fog in my mind. The food on my plate remained untouched, its once-appetizing aroma now repulsive. My thoughts spiraled, tangled in a web of fear and frustration. How could I possibly get Norella? Each day, the reality of her situation with King Jason loomed larger, his power a formidable barrier I saw no way to breach. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles white, the weight of the dilemma pressing down on me like a physical force.
Luna Desi's voice sliced through my turbulent thoughts, clear and sharp. "Why haven't you touched your food, darling?" Her words pulled me from my reverie, and I forced a smile, though it felt as thin and brittle as
