A full week passed before the three Alpha princes finally realized that Layla was not throwing a tantrum. She had truly left. And she had not even taken a change of clothes with her.
Only then did they start to panic.
Cyril tore through her old chambers, opening drawers and throwing aside whatever little remained.
He grabbed one of the maids by the arm. "Where did she go?"
The maid lowered her head, trembling. "I... I don't know."
Bryce's jaw tightened. "There's a limit to how long she can keep this up. When she comes back, I'm not going to be the one comforting her."
The words had barely left his mouth when hushed voices drifted in from outside the room.
"I heard Layla chose Cassian Dusk at the Royal Mating Banquet."
"The exiled Black Wolf Lord?"
"Yeah. She gave up all three pri
