I couldn't get enough of Aryn. It was as simple as that. Leif was no longer just some small kingdom recovering from a tragedy of the loss of its king and queen, but a beacon of hope. And not just for its people, but for the entire realm. And I, as its king, a protector of protectors, had gained so much fame in neighbouring kingdoms and beyond, among species known and unknown, and yet none of that mattered, except being by her side. I had fought battles, won wars, established myself as one king to be revered, but only the pride and love that shone through my mate's gaze each time I returned to Wrenyth satisfied the wolf in me. I was the conqueror on the battlefield, but here in my castle, behind our bedchamber's doors, while I surrendered to her touch, the mighty melted and it was in that t
