RYLAN'S POV
A dark shadow rested on my face, as I sauntered out of the hallway to the balcony. What the hell was wrong with Shirley? Why was she hell-bent on being a thorn in my flesh?
My wolf reared its head. You should be thankful you have someone who can stand up for your mate. He hissed. His tone was seething with anger.
I shrugged my stiff shoulders. My temper dangling between a thin line. This is the only way to keep her from father. Yesterday at his office, King Walton had made me choose between Amara and the throne.
I curled my hands around the metallic railing of the balcony. My mind flashed back to the memory.
“You have to send her out of this place Rylan,” He'd breathed hard, as he took a small pause. “I can't have anyone distracting my son from the throne,” he'd added
