the revelry below, itching to get into the frenzy with

onsense it is that is expected of royalty. I weary of having these discussions with my

uld be dancing with my friends. I should be getting drunk on smuggled human alcohol and plants. I should b

on me, as I will be expected to excel in every single aspect of my training. Werewolf High had been har

the search for my mate. I know what you must b

life; do discard whatever lore you have heard and learned. My

my lands is twenty-one for females, and twenty-five for males. The Goddess has made it so that

ng the air for my soul bound m

ked back into a bun and his blue eyes glitter like sapphire jewels. He has a white tux on, and he makes

. Nope. Far from it. It’s the “I can’t wa

oreroom in a silent message, and

the herald howls, indicating the arri

and mother, walking down the dais to welcome our most impor

Moonclaw and Trinity Silverfang. They are grinning and winking at me. I smile back, making faces

rince and sole heir

time I hold a sword, I think of beheading him. He. . .he once tried to cut off my hea

thing he thought I wanted, except the one thing I did ask for. Punish the Prince fo

. The Lycans will always think themselves superior—because they are darker, stronger, faster, colder, more calculating, and painstakingly beautiful. I guess that does make them. . .ugh. I will never admit to that—an

They become grotesque and nightmarish. Maybe it is why they rarely shift to the

all know

wolfsbane into his food. Now, wolfsbane isn’t as lethal to Lycans as it is to us, but it makes them sick.

but Rune knew it had to be m

e middle of the night the next day with hundreds of spiders crawling all o

of green allotted to it yet. I hate them. I hate green. He turns away from me, and his moon-white hair slaps the side of my cheek as he stalks off, no doubt to find whatever

crazy or extremely daft to get

an Prince. They look at him like he’s a fucking god. Even Tr

e who feels nothing but

ne’s mother, the Lycan Queen says, pulling my gaze away from the

ce. She is fond of me, though I have no idea why. “You flatter me, Queen Zephyr,” I make a dramatic pause as I sig

towards her husband who is engaged in a deep conversation with my father and mother, she beams

I say, eyes wide wi

tear my gaze away from the glittering jewelry to meet her e

people into the new year with the lycans, but I force a smi

taking in my form with a delicious spark of lust in his eyes. He t

are of what it meant to be a woman. I have dreamt of finding him to be my mate and

for that matter— and have had numerous flings with other people, everyone kn

o stir like they say. I do not smell anything awfully sweet either. I do not feel a tug, o

sliding into place, and I squeeze his hand softly. “It is not

t in his eyes. The possibi

xt most powerful werewolf after my father, Beta Ryder Nightshade.

my mate, who the f

s only a few seconds away from spilling his seeds into a mated werewolf, Goddess save her soul—we

We dance the entire night away, drunk and

and I find Orion already awaiting my arrival in the sto

understand the weight of her duties. That I am, and more. I have so mu

ct same reason that the Moo