Kieran’s POV,
“So, what have you decided, finally?” I was sitting in the royal council chamber when King Aldric’s voice shattered the silence. The candle flames flickered casting restless shadows across the room as the king and the elders of the royal pack leaned in to hear my response.
Across the oak table, Princess Lyria was glancing at me, her fingers clenched so tightly that her knuckles gleamed white against her emerald gown. She was beautiful, no question about it but her eyes burned with a dark fire that set my wolf on edge.
I finally leaned forward, keeping my voice calm like a quiet lake. “As the Alpha of the Shadowmoon Clan, I agree to this marriage proposal under a few certain conditions. You must share your grain reserves and grant full access to your ports for my pack from
