Morgan's POV.
I paced the length of my room, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, my fists clenched tightly at my sides. My chest rose and fell with every frustrated breath.
The plan had been perfect—or so I thought. The delicate scent my mother had carefully applied to my skin, a mixture of rare herbs and pheromones meant to entice Lycan King Darius, should have been irresistible.
But it failed. Failed.
And it wasn’t just the failure itself that stung; it was Sara. Her timing, her interference, her very presence had ruined everything.
Across the room, my mother, High Lady Becca, sat on the edge of my bed, her fingers curling and uncurling against the fabric of her gown.
Her expression was no calmer than mine—her lips pressed into a thin line, her sharp eyes bla
