Zaid
Staring out the window, the throne behind me, I listen to the men arguing about my future. I had just come of age last night—twenty-six—and will finally be able to take the throne as Alpha King.
I’d been ready to start talking about my coronation and start the hunt for my mate when Harold threw me a curve ball this morning—he wants me to find a she-wolf who will rule beside me as Queen as a chosen mate.
I protested, of course, not wanting to give the position to someone who isn’t my Goddess-given mate, but Harold insisted that arranged marriages have always been the norm in the Royal Pack, Nightcrest Moon. I knew he was wrong—both my parents had been soul mates granted by the Goddess—but Harold insisted that theirs was an arranged marriage long before the mate bond clicked into pla
