Claimed by My Enemy Alpha Mate
Trembling under his gaze, I stared at his face in disbelief.
"You want to give me to the king?" I trembled as I spoke.
As far as I knew, the king was already very old. In his youth, he was a competent and responsible ruler. But as he aged, time robbed him of his sharp mind, leaving only a body ravaged by years. This decline in power made the king extremely irritable and suspicious, far from the convincing ruler he once was.
But still, no one could completely defeat him yet. He continued to sit on the cold throne, holding the scepter of the entire werewolf race.