The crowd was still f*****g as they went.
But something more powerful hijacked the festivities. Something unanticipated. The Head Healer continued in his mind.
Even after waiting for the Luna to turn twenty-one, waiting for her to complete her Luna training, waiting for her be of an age ‘mature’ enough to lead the pack, as the King insisted, still this failure!
Mason would have pushed for an even later time, but the heir had gotten impatient. His precious Noble Alpha had pushed to hold the ceremony before his bride became an old maid.
Neither of them would have interfered with the magic. The young one was almost desperate to seal his claim to the throne, not only with the marriage, but with a pup, or three; maybe even four. And then from his harem. Very forward-looking is our Darius.
