The Alpha King's Breeder
Being a well-bred and proper princess, I curtsey deeply, even if internally I’m cussing the old man out so colorfully I blush, but whatever.
“Principate,” the Grand Wizard replies with effort, like calling him that causes him to choke. “Rise and claim your bride.”
Zayn and I rise, and he turns to me, holding me by the wrist. He extends his free hand, palm toward the ceiling, and a ring appears in a spiral of magic that forms a perfect gold band, just as thick and shiny as his.
I meet his eyes, my brow arching ever so slightly. “Can you make something prettier?” I whisper in a hiss.
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