I didn't look up right away. Someone nearby called out, “Matthias is coming down. Are we interrupting?”
A clear, smooth baritone voice answered, “Not at all. I've taken care of everything.”
That voice, cool and clean like spring water, immediately tugged at a memory. The mating ceremony, the handkerchief, and his quiet strength. The man who handed me that folded square piece of cloth. It had to be him.
I turned toward the sound, finally getting a good look.
And suddenly, I realized that my impression from the wedding had been far too fleeting. The man before me wasn't just striking. He was more handsome than I first thought.
Sharp brows, dark eyes, straight posture, and the lean strength of someone who'd gone through serious training. But he had to, so he could become Alpha King.
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