Harper ate her soup in silence, bending her head to eye her father across the table. Since entering the kitchen, he hadn't spoken a word. Yet Harper knew her father was pleased since her dress was finally ready. The upcoming ball seemed more important to her father than Harper. She could already see her father was looking pleased. He probably longed for the weekend to come.Finally, Harper would pick a man to marry. It meant a new beginning for the Sun pack, but for Harper, the ball symbolized the end of her freedom. No longer would she be able to find her mate.Though lately, there had been another agenda on Harper's mind. She wished to know more about Saint. Hopefully, her father had the answers she was looking for. Now Harper needed to enter a conversation about Saint without drawing suspicion.Harper cleared her throat. "Can I ask something?"Her father looked up. As usual, he was wearing a suit and a cravat. His bushy eyebrows were combed, and his lips formed a frown. It looked

Music from the human world was blasting in the speakers that the witches had set up, and the ball was in full motion. All the guests seemed to be enjoying their time.Werewolf women were sitting on chairs along the wall, waiting for men to invite them to dance. Harper watched one pair that seemed to be mates, which was very romantic. "Oh-my-god, you're my mate!""And you're mine!""What are the odds?""Right!"Harper smiled. She watched the two mates giggle and flirt while sipping on her drink without alcohol. The pair was lucky to have found each other.Eventually, Harper moved her gaze to watch another pair spin on the dancefloor and then another.Everyone was wearing fancy clothes, including herself. Harper was uncomfortable in the blue satin dress. According to Penny, the dress hugged her in all the right places.Harper herself wasn't convinced. She felt packed like a sardine wearing the tight fabric. The high heels were also highly uncomfortable, but at least she was a few inche

Harper stared up at Saint. A dark smile lit up his features. He was the wolf, whereas she was the lamb. Or maybe she was the oil, and he was the fire, waiting to ignite her.He strode forward, ready to take back Harper's arm to continue dancing inside the ballroom. But she stepped away, and Saint's eyebrows shot up before his lips curled further. "Are you afraid of me?""I would be stupid if I weren't," Harper replied. "You've revealed your identity, and I don't know what it means! I have never heard of the nymph king, but I'm guessing you're dangerous.""Because your father locked me up?""Yeah," Harper breathed. "I thought you were a weak prisoner when I released you. There wasn't any danger..." She trailed off. "But now power seems to ooze through your pores."Saint regarded her in silence before speaking. "Can I be completely open with you, Harper?"She met his gaze. "Honesty is preferred."Saint reached out his large hand and placed it on her cheek. His touch seemed to awaken he

Harper didn't even feel remotely safe when she went to bed. The ballroom was filled with corpses. Asher had told her they would look through them the next day. For now, Harper needed rest.Guards stood outside her room, and a few werewolves slept underneath her locked balcony. Harper knew Liam's men would have trouble getting to her, yet it was the future that she feared.Somehow the Sun pack combined with the Moon pack had managed to take out the Comet pack. But the victory hadn't come for free. Plenty of pack members had died.What frightened Harper was that she knew Liam had way more men. She couldn't help but feel like this had been a test to see how well her pack could defend themselves.Liam and the Comet pack would strike again. Thinking about it sent a cold shiver down her spine. Harper feared her pack would be slaughtered without her father as the alpha. Dread churned inside her stomach, and she pulled her blanket tighter around her shoulders. Harper couldn't sleep. Her hear

Saint woke up the following day with a smile. He had slept like a rock, but the happiness came from who rested on his chest. A hand squeezed his pectoral muscle, and he shook his head."A pervert even when you're sleeping..." Amusement washed over Saint's features as he spoke. "Who would have known?"His eyes landed on his cute mate once more.Harper had suffered some kind of nightmare in the middle of the night. The mate-bond had made her unconsciously seek comfort, and now she was with her mate. Saint's heart swelled because it meant that Harper, deep down, felt the safest when he was around."You're adorable..." Saint stroked Harper's back. She was tiny compared to him and was busy drooling over his skin. Not that Saint cared. He had never seen anything more adorable in his life."Saint..."He tilted his head. Had Harper spoken in her sleep?Probably. It didn't matter that his mate was sleeping. It was way too early to be waking up.Saint was about to close his eyes again but groa