Dougy’s POV
This is really happening, I think excitedly as I carry Princess Isabelle up to my bed chamber. I’m going to mark her as my mate, and then savor every moment I can with her until she goes away in a week and a half.
Isabelle is blushing sweetly as we talk about our future plans, together. A future almost guaranteed to bring us both much happiness, and hopefully several pups! Isabell is young and healthy, with wide hips. She should have no difficulties giving me several heirs. Enough to please the worried wolves of my kingdom, for sure!
But everything goes wrong when we get to my bed chamber and I can sense another occupant in the room. My aunt Millie’s niece, her brother Killians daughter, and the bane of my existence. Aoife.
The she wolf b***h has rubbed her scent
