"The thing is, sir…" Isaiah spoke before taking a deep breath. He then lifted his chin to look at his eyes directly. "They want a political marriage arranged as soon as possible."
"Marriage?"
"Yes, sir. A political marriage between you and their alpha's daughter, Mona Crawford."
Alexander could feel cold sweat running down his spine—not only because they wanted him to get married, but also because that marriage would mean the dissolution of whatever conflict they have had with the other pack in the past, present, and the future. Rather than a mere partnership, it would be closer to what the humans would refer to as 'friendship'.
Any werewolf's pride would not handle giving in to such requests.
"That's no good," he replied, burying his forehead into his palm. "If I agree, the pack woul
