Xlynor's POV
The second-floor private lounge overlooked the grand banquet hall like a king’s box, giving a perfect view of the chaos below.
I leaned against the carved railing, half-listening to the Lycan prince drone on about trade routes while Zoya pressed herself against my side like a vine that refused to let go.
Her fingers traced lazy circles on my arm. “My love, you’re zoning out mid-conversation… you’re not listening.” she purred.
Irritation simmered beneath my skin, and one sharp glare from me was enough to put her in her place. She gulped slightly, taking her eyes off me.
“…As I was saying,” the prince continued, swirling the dark liquid in his glass, “the alliance would benefit both territories—”
“Yes,” I cut in, “but I’ll think about it before finalizing.”
He raised a br
