The Ice Queen of Wolves
He walks, instead of prancing as he usually does, and my chest tightens in sadness at the thought.
He doesn't understand. He could never understand that I am not saying no because of him, I am doing it for him. The King of Wolves shouldn't be tied to a mutt like me, even if he sees me as more than that. I am not. I was born a mistake, and I won't taint him with my problems.
Besides, no one would take him seriously if I were queen. I would make him look bad, and the pack, the whole wolf world, would look down on him for accepting a mate bond with a mutt.
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