It’s been almost a week since she moved to Bresmont. She was originally living in the castle as one of the Lycan King’s elite soldiers and the strongest amongst the rest in Devonlaire.
When her father said that she was chosen by the council to be wed to a grumpy, old Alpha, Ember couldn’t seem to understand why they chose her. She’s already committed to serving the King, but then when the King agreed, Ember could not say no anymore.
She just has to deal with it. After all, she really has no say in anything in this realm dominated by Alphas. Ember knew she will regret it.
And now she’s suffering from his icy stares and cold treatment whenever they bumped into each other. Not that she minded being ignored by the Alpha, she just can’t figure out how William Ashdown became an Alpha of the Pack. He’s a bit childish and immature for his age. For Ember, Liam is not suitable to be an Alpha. He mainly uses his emotions and not his brain and instincts.
“There you are! I practically looked for y
