King Samael watched from the balcony of his room as the castle yard was filled with his pack members. Tonight was a full moon, and he was going to follow the mating ritual with his Queen Ella. That was why she was officially being crowned.
The crowd roared when Ella appeared at his side, flashing her genuine smile to the people she loved so much. Sam could only stare at her with love and affection as his c*ck stirred at the sight of her.
She was wearing a teal gown, the exact shade of her eyes in the bright sunlight, and she was a pretty sight.
“You look so beautiful my queen,” he purred, and Ella bestowed him a look of pure unadulterated hero-worship. He could smell her arousal even if he stood inches away from her, and it was driving him crazy.
It wasn’t like he was deprived of s*
