The Lycan Prince’s Silent Bride
Wolves and Lycans could barely share a border without bloodshed, yet here I was, binding myself to one of theirs.
“For politics,” Mother had said. “For power.”
And power, I liked.
The grand oak doors groaned open, and silence fell over the gathered nobles. The bride appeared…
My bride.
She was draped in ivory, her face veiled. My jaw tightened. The spoiled daughter of the Beta known as a spoilt brat.
Everyone’s eyes turned to her, but mine locked instantly as her scent hit me first.