Syria’s POV
“Mother!”
Kael’s voice echoed through the palace halls. I could see the anger burning in his eyes.
“Oh, don’t be so ridiculous, Kael,” she said, rolling her eyes slightly. “You’ll move on easily from her. After all, she’s just a freeloader in your life. Don’t worry, I know someone who can help you reach your full potential. A she-wolf with power, from a great tribe. Not some… witch.”
That word. Witch.
It hurt more than I thought it would. Hearing it from the woman who raised the man I loved…
“No, Mother,” he said firmly.
“Kael, what’s the meaning of this?”
“She is the mate I have chosen. No one can separate us. Not even you!”
I stood there quietly, watching both of them. His words made my heart warm, but it also hurt— because I could tell how much it cost him to say th
