"Where do I begin," Alark mumbled to himself as he stroked his chin, thoughtfully.
Claire did not know what it was, but there was something about Alark that made her feel comfortable and unguarded, even though he was a stranger.
"Tell me about 'the King being mate' situation," she suggested, "because it seems like the most important thing, and everyone, except me, knows about." She said with a small pout forming on her lips.
He nodded with a chuckle that made her pout grow. "Well, Octavius has always known you were his mate. He sensed it the day you were born but did not want to 'interfere' with your life, so he stepped back and 'let you live' which is why we have found ourselves in this mess."
"He always knew?" She asked, surprised at the revelation. "Did my family know too?"
"No," h
