Lisa’s POV
I sat perched behind Magnus as he droned on about the rogue problem—his voice all somber and deep like he actually gave a damn. Finally, he’s pretending to stay around. Probably rehearsed this speech in his fancy city condo between rounds of whatever new tramp he’s screwing.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my legs slowly, adjusting the silk slit of my custom gown—because if I had to sit here and suffer through this kingdom pity party, at least I would look the part of the queen.
His queen.
Chosen or not, I was his mate.
I might not have loved him the way the Moon Goddess designed, but hell—I chose him. That has to mean something, right?
I glanced around the crowd, bored out of my damn mind. Then I saw him—my fated mate. The one I denied. The one who still made my body heat u
