The Crown’s Chosen Mate
After a century of war, the three races finally reached a fragile peace.
The human kingdom, the vampire noble houses, and the wolf clans signed the Covenant of Three Realms.
The Royal Court would stand above the races, and only a mixed-blood royal heir would rule all three realms.
When my turn came,I chose Owen, Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack.
Our marriage ceremony took place on the Night of the Full Moon Oath.
Owen’s foster sister, Nora, fled the Bloodmoon territory after the rite. She crossed beyond the pack’s borders and ran straight into a hunter’s silver trap laid in the forest.
The silver tore through her wolf spirit. She died there before anyone could reach her.
When Owen arrived, he did not rage.
He simply carried her body back to the pack lands and performed the ancient wolf burial rites with his own hands.
After that night, he continued to play the role of the perfect mate.
But the night I gave birth to our hybrid child, he drove a blade through my throat, his eyes filled with hatred.
His voice was filled with cold hatred.
“If your bloodline weren’t the only one capable of producing a ruler for the three realms, I would never have married you.”
“Nora would never have fled the pack lands. She would never have died in a hunter’s trap. My first child would still be alive.”
Pain swallowed everything.
When I opened my eyes again.
I had returned to the day the king ordered me to choose between the vampire houses and the wolf clans.