Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha Prince
I catch sight of Daciana again; she’s staring at Harper with unconcealed disgust and anger.
“Your Highness, please,” Alpha Blackwood begs, apparently forgetting about his audience entirely. “Harper is my only daughter, my heir. She’s meant for better things than—”
“Expect contact within the week.” I step away from the table, letting the lie hang in the air. My father would never agree to sending Harper instead of retrieving Elara, but they don’t need to know that.
I stride out of the hall, leaving behind Harper’s angry sobs and the stunned silence of a pack that has just watched their carefully laid plans crumble.