The gates of the Royal Court opened to reveal dozens of people that were waiting to welcome their King, along with his—their—family that had arrived one day earlier than them.
Alina had been nervous the entire ride back.
What would they think of her being their future Queen? Of a witch that had no ounce of werewolf blood, and most importantly, one that had casted a dark spell on their own King they so much loved?
She had every right to be worried, besides Julian’s reassuring words and touches.
However, all thoughts ceased to matter once a small figure ran among the people towards her, tears and a big smile on his face. “Alina!”
She laughed and cried and knelt in front of him with opened arms. “Luis!” He threw himself in her arms like he had been terrified he’d never see her again. The
