Lorraine's POV
I stared at the queen, certain I had misheard her.
She wanted me.… to help her save her husband?
I blinked, my mind tripping over itself. "Your Majesty… forgive me, but… what are you talking about?" My voice came out careful, slow, as if speaking too quickly would make the conversation collapse in on itself. "The Alpha King is dead. Everyone knows that."
"He killed himself… after Adrian got to him with his mind controlling powers. I…" I hesitated, not sure how far I should push it, "… I don't understand what you mean."
Her gaze didn't waver, not even for a heartbeat. "He is alive, Lorraine."
I almost laughed from the absurdity of it, but the raw conviction in her tone froze the sound in my throat. She didn't sound like a woman clinging to false hope, she sounded like someone speaking a truth she knew in her bones.
