The Answer

Esmere POV

The sun that day did not appear, and as usual, I was hanging out with Ophelia in the garden outside the castle.

Aamon wouldn’t give me even a fraction of his day. All his attention would be divided between his duties and being with Elisa. It was a never-ending cycle.

We were sitting in our favorite spot under a gigantic tree when I suddenly saw a group of young women entering the castle.

“What’s happening?” I asked Ophelia, who was peeling a fruit at that time.

“Didn’t you hear about it, Madam?” she whispered.

My eyebrows wrinkled in curiosity. “About what?”

“Every chance the alpha’s brother is here in the north, maiden werewolves who haven’t found their mates would flock where he is in hopes that he would be their fated mate.”

“What?” I exclaimed, astounded. “That’s a thing?”

“Yes,” Ophelia smiled as she answered. “Apparently,