Third-person narrative.
That same evening, when the alpha king got back to his room, he summoned the queen, so they could talk about what his best friend had earlier come to the palace to tell him.
He knew better than to make any decision without her; he had only told his friend what he wanted to hear. But whatever Luna told him was going to be the final decision.
Miranda came to the king looking ravishingly beautiful, and the years have been kind to Luna. Even though she was in her mid-forties, she could be mistaken for a girl in her early twenties.
She was a beautiful woman with just the right amount of flesh on her—maybe a little extra skin she got from childbirth that she never really bothered to reduce.
And that is partly because of how the king loved the new cuddliness of her af
