The Queen entered Gael’s study, a flicker of hope burning in her eyes.
“Mother, I just visited the King,” Gael said, looking up. “His health has improved drastically. Soon, we will be welcoming him back home.”
Calista donned a look of cheerful agreement, though the light in her eyes vanished instantly—as if a candle had been snuffed out behind her pupils.
“Excellent news,” she mumbled, pulling a chair closer to her son and taking his hand. Her eyes locked onto his. “Gael, you are not just a wolf; you are a future king. Your position requires sacrifice. You know your father also had a fated mate, and she was not the right match.”
She paused, her grip tightening. “I observed you during the ball. I know Zoriana is your fated mate. But she is not right for you.”
“Zoriana is the daughter o
