As Ian and I sat in the study, the conversation drifted toward the upcoming mating ceremony. It was a topic that had been looming over my head for weeks now, with the elders breathing down my neck about choosing a mate. They had made it clear that my coronation couldn’t be delayed any longer, and the absence of a Luna was no longer an acceptable excuse.
“Liam, why don’t you just select a random girl from your fanbase?” Ian teased, leaning back casually in his chair.
I shot him a glare. “No, I can’t. Those girls are love-sick puppies who’d do anything to trap me into something real. I don’t want that kind of attention or drama.”
Ian smirked. “Olivia did bring you that ridiculous proposal from her friend, though. A girl obsessed with you. Should’ve taken that offer. Easy way out.”
I shoo
