Chapter 19

• A week had passed since my training with Dorian had begun. With all household duties lifted from my shoulders, my days were now devoted entirely to physical preparation. I trained individually with Dorian, observed Cassian as he led the Elite warriors through their grueling exercises, and spent my mornings running through the castle grounds. Books filled the spaces between my training sessions, and my evenings were spent dining with the King, Dorian, Cassian, and, of course, the ever-watchful nightingale, Ravena.
• The dinners were more than just a formality; they were a window into the world beyond these walls. I learned of the tensions brewing between the different factions, the fragile alliances, and the underlying threats lurking within the kingdom.
• A week of intense training, proper rest, and nourishment had left me feeling stronger, more capable than before. Confidence coursed through my veins alongside the strength I had built, but something was still missing. My wolf—the part of me that should have awakened by now—remained silent. No whisper of her presence, no flicker of a connection. The thought gnawed at me like a wound refusing to heal. Could it be that I, born of an Alpha bloodline, was destined to be nothing more than an Omega?