If I was still the fourteen-year-old girl who’d first entered this pack eight years ago, my heart would have burst from the way Zane held me.
But I knew better now.
It did not change that I was grateful for the experience of royalty that I was receiving, even if it was only for two years. Or was it three? Depending on when I could carry his heir.
This was for the cameras and the royal wolves watching.
Still, his arm felt solid under my hand. And I hated how much comfort I took from that.
We walked forward along the deep crimson carpet, plush enough that my heels sank slightly with each step. It stretched from the entrance all the way to the grand doors, lined on either side by young wolves holding baskets of white petals.
As we passed, they tossed handfuls into the air.
Petals rain
