Chapter Ninety-One.
Edvard paced the floor of his sparsely decorated beta apartments. He had a bed, a couch, a closet, and other than the toilet, and area for bathing, there was little else in his allotted rooms within the Ice Palace. The queen had offered to send in the omega’s to decorate and furnish his accommodations, to ensure his comfort, but the Beta wolf had refused. Only one person would choose the furniture and papers for the walls, and that would be his mate, once she was rescued and brought home to him. He had been unable to rest the night before, his mind consumed with thoughts about the mission, and every detail that could go wrong.
“Beta Edvard,” Mason his allotted personal Omega said, as he walked into his bedroom, his arms laden with the formal clothing that Edvard was
