Growing up as the princess of the Snowfang Pack and the future queen of the wolf kingdom, I was taught one unshakable truth–emotions were a liability.
Even with trust, it was wise to leave room for doubt.
Wasn’t Ryan taught this as well, being the heir to the Alpha King?
Or maybe he had been too spoiled to learn it.
His mother had clawed her way to the top as the Alpha King’s mistress–turned–wife, basking in the favor that came with it.
From the moment Ryan was born, he believed it was his right to have the family’s full resources at his disposal. He carried that same sense of entitlement into every aspect of his life, convinced the world–and everyone in it should revolve around him.
If he wanted to marry, he would. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t.
What he decided was unquestionable.
Leopold was so enraged by him that he nearly passed out. He slammed his fist on the table in fury.
There was a storm raging in the city, and now, with the wedding date fast approaching, Ryan wanted to call it off just like that.
What would the outside world think of the Alpha King’s family?
Leopold told Ryan flat out to get lost–there was no room for discussion about canceling the engagement.
And with that, Ryan stormed off, heading straight for my villa.
At that moment, I had just finished testing out Alaric’s capabilities in bed. We were tangled in a sea of flowers on the bed, sharing our passion.
The doorbell rang, loud and insistent, shattering the moment.
When Ryan opened the door, he was in complete shock.
Alaric, ever possessive in his quiet way, wasn’t about to let me go so easily. Just as I tried to stand, he pulled me back down, pinning me beneath him. The force of his movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, leaving me breathless and undone.
Ryan’s eyes were filled with both shock and disbelief. It took him a long moment to regain his voice.
“Lina, you two…”
