The Cursed Alpha's Rejected Mate
she muttered, rolling her eyes just as a group of men arrived carrying nets heavy with fish.
Among them walked Draven.
“He lost, Grandma!” one of the men called out, flashing a toothy grin. He had golden hair and piercing blue eyes, an aura of strength dancing around him like lightning.
“Hi! So you must be our queen!”
“Queen?” I echoed, my gaze darting between them. “Where is this place?”
“This is Blue Whale,” Draven replied, tossing a few fish into a nearby basket. “The coastal city of Nightbane.”
He glanced sideways. “And for the record, I’m a land wolf. I don’t do water. I have no ocean attributes.”