Dameon POV
Three of my scouts never returned from the night I sent them to Black Hills. Fortunately they made contact with a scorned pack member who jumped at the chance to align with me. I’ve been in direct contact with this wolf, who is delighted at the prospect of being rid of the new Luna.
That word leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, as my future Queen has been marked, mated and formally blood bound to the pack and her Alpha mate. I will take great pleasure in breaking their bond before I claim her as my own. I look at the pictures saved on my phone of the Princess of Prophecy, engaged in a snowball fight with her friends. I zoom in to the radiant smile upon her face and I imagine her writhing underneath my body, moaning in pleasure as I claim her fully.
Damn, now I need a release
