She had allowed herself to see him as merely a prince, a man. But now? Now she remembered.
This wasn’t just a royal. This wasn’t a spoiled noble or a pampered heir.
This was Him.
The Deathbringer.
The boogeyman of their entire kind, feared across borders and kingdoms, across packs and generations. His name was spoken like a curse and a warning, and even in the deepest woods, pups were told behave, or Deathbringer will come for you.
And now, he stood beside her. Her supposed mate. A man with murder in his veins and death in his stare. And she was the one to be tied to him.
The silence in the room grew unbearable. Even the assistant, pale and trembling, struggled to keep her hands steady as she rushed toward River, tape in hand. The poor woman’s fingers were shaking so much that at on
