Morgan’s POV:
Even though my wolf and my brother were siding with King Damian, I wasn’t too sure about letting him come in. I had multiple scenarios running through my head. All this time I had been planning to reject him— not necessarily him, but my mate. How could I have known that the King himself was my true mate? What kind of joke was this? I was no Royal. Did the Moon Goddess take pity on me or something?
I spit s**t and then asked the Moon Goddess for forgiveness. My brain goes cuckoo from time to time.
I had anticipated to reject my mate if he was a member of another Pack. I just NEVER, in a blue moon, would have thought that I could be mated to a royalty. The King himself was my actual mate. f**k me. I just wanted to reject my mate to stay in my pack, with my brother and my
