The Alpha King's Insane Vow
Her skin was pale, almost luminescent, and her green eyes locked onto mine.
Vivian, the Oracle of the Vyrclaw Pack.
She dipped into a half-curtsy, just enough to acknowledge me, but her icy gaze did not waver. The green orbs were blazing with annoyance and challenge.
The sight tugged a faint smile from the corner of my lips.
Dvah stiffened beside her, clearly sensing it too.
“Vivian, you are to how proper respect before the His Majesty,” he snapped sharply. “Do it, before he gets angry—”