Beta Khal left the palace after the Alpha Kings concluded with Ronan and the others that their Luna would never leave with them. He had overworked himself and needed a big rest.
He reached out to the couch in his room and dropped his cloak on it. While he was about to loosen his tied hair, he inhaled a familiar scent—a scent that signified that his mate was nearby.
“Sarah,” he mentioned, darting his eyes around the room. “You can't hide forever, you know that. And, I am not some predator, so show up,” he added, pacing towards the curtain.
Almost close to the curtain, she popped out, grinning. She approached him and threw her arms around him, staring into his eyes. “You looked stressed out. What about having some fun to ease it out?”
Slowly, he pulled out, turning his back at her. “Why
