Chapter 4

The formal dinner that evening was a masterpiece of pack hospitality. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over the mahogany table, where the finest china and silverware had been arranged with military precision. I sat in my designated seat near the foot of the table, far from the places of honor where Sincere and Rosalie flanked Prince Kayson.

Yet despite the distance, I felt his presence like a magnetic pull. Every time his storm-blue eyes found mine across the expanse of white linen and flickering candles, that same electric current shot through me, making my hands tremble as I reached for…