ABEL EVERHEART'S POV
A multitude of people waits outside the palace gates, chanting the same words that my ears are now tired of hearing, "hail the alpha queen".
The crowd parts slowly to make way for the carriages. The Queen's fingers are playing idly with the chain hanging from my neck as if all the cheering crowd bores her.
"Is that . . . the human heir to Elowen's crown?"
"He is even more gorgeous than the stories say. It's such a disgrace that he is human."
"We should sell him at a massive fortune and more."
I hear all sorts of comments from the crowd as they assume my identity. I wonder if they ever think that there is a reason that the crown chose me. That maybe it's the wicked hearts of my father's other sons it couldn't bond with. Kind Elowen was a wise, kind king, to peop
