Alexander's POV:
The Northern envoy was still talking. He had been at it for an hour.
I stopped listening somewhere around the part where he described the princess's bloodline as if it were a horse's. Her mother's line, her father's line, the strength of her wolf, the children she would give me. I stood at the window, watched the yard, kept my hands still.
"Alpha." The envoy's voice was patient, the voice of a man who had delivered ultimatums before. "The Council has approved the match. The princess is already on the road. All that remains is for you to accept the ceremony."
"I have a mate," I said.
"You have a Luna who cannot bear children," he said gently, the way you say a thing you have already decided is true. "The pack needs an heir, Alpha. The North offers you one, with a blood
