ROSALYN
The powerful sight of Ezra as he walked through those doors had made the entire room feel tense. The councilmen stood there with serious, or preferable to say, angry faces, not at all convinced.
My mate approached them, shook their hands and urged them to proceed with the meeting as he walked my way, a confident smile on my face. After a kiss on my hand, he led me to my own throne seat.
It felt strange as I was not officially his Luna, but the council didn’t need to know that. All they needed to see was his mark on my neck.
As he sat down on his own chair, Maxwell did what was proper and stood by his side, his arms across his chest, acting as his protector.
“Well, gentlemen. You may begin.” Ezra smiled, taking my semi-soft hands in his calloused ones. The councilmen sat on
