The room goes quiet.
“Be careful how you speak of my mate, she’ll be your Queen one day very soon,” Camille says evenly.
“Apologies, your highness meant no disrespect,” then he looks at me, "my lady I hope you accept.”
“No offense taken,” I say only to remove the deadly gleam from Camille's eyes.
It works and he picks up my hand kissing my knuckles. “You're so gracious my love, a wonderful quality to have in a Queen wouldn't you say?” He asks no one in particular.
A female says, certainly it brings a great balance to the throne. “Where did you say you were from Raya?”
“She’s from a quiet little mountain pack. They keep to themselves. Strong bloodlines though,” he adds, and I know that’s for show—for the ones wondering why a powerful Alpha like Camille would bind himself to someone wi
