Lane Conlay’s POV
The freezing night air was thick with the metallic stench of fresh blood and rusted iron, a testament to the brutal siege Prince Kaelen had been leading. But as Lane stood beneath the flickering light of the campfires, staring directly at the towering figure of the Iron Savage, she realized the man before her was completely different from the sweeping romantic tales told in the Capital.
The court gossips always whispered that the Alpha Prince was extraordinarily handsome—a male of such breathtaking, flawless beauty that every high-born she-wolf in the realm would gladly bare her neck for him to mark her. But this man? His lower face was almost entirely covered by a thick, untamed beard frosted with snow, and his skin was weathered by harsh mountain winds and splattered
