that to a wolf you do not know shows little to none, someth

ue, who gave no damn thought to having me as a mate, as a Luna, only thinking I could

king down to my hands as I look at the chipped red polish on my

ck locks, causing me to tilt my head to the side a bit. I'm silent, knowing it's not wis

ver, I don't say the truth, but rather nod, showing someone weak rather than someone who was made a victim and had

f's, but also hard, like any warrior's body, causing me to feel embarrassed that I'm thinking of his body. I shouldn't.

re yard of his tires rotating and we plummet into the water. Looking above, I see the walls, six stories high, th

stle looks as if it stretches for miles high, the multiple towers at the most, eleven stories high, the stone still smooth and polished, the castle doors on the

an, the guards could shoot me. My face grows pale as the car comes to a stop and the King hops out, fixing his suit as he

e second the man spots me, he comes t

nd I know for sure I'm not the King's mate. At th

and drives the car off, no doubt to some massive garage. The older man looks at me, taking

ncil meeting is pushed back five h

why the King even needs me here, why he even wan

on cloud nine. It's considered a great deal for anyone to step foot upon the palace floors or even in the walls

reatures that are hidden. Packs live in the human world as a movement from five centuries ago, trying t

he people who work here, the way it functions. For sure this will be a story to tell. But tell who? When will the Kin

thump as they are pulled fully open. My jaw drops at the main entrance, the simple yet elegant hall, wide and long, leading to the throne room. The white marble floors are polished, marble pill

g around the walls as I'm pulled further to the thr

g me walk on my own as I'm aware of his eyes upon

e stairs of the throne is the chair, the one plaited in platinum, carved with such detail of leaves and vines, a plush and silky cushion for the ruler, the back res

ug look upon his face. "I take it you now sit upon the throne," I comment, putti

is like a completely separate world, still founded upon the old ways, but sill keeping up with the modern world. There are councils in eve

"W

Why w

re, a random rogue from New Yor

as his footsteps echo across the room, his walk

hand moves around my neck, squeezing tightly as my breath h

d and I'm left unsure of what to think as he cocks his head to the side, cuppin

k, my voice wea

I said, yo

peechless and confused. Doesn't he have a mate? I know for sure

g, Lyra? I have a

I'm there, he does the same thing, moving my head to the side, exposing my neck

n where the mark i