bling for a different reason. In the high, jagged peaks of the Northern Mountains, the Silver Citadel had been battered by a storm that felt like the end of the world. Lightning had split the sky, ill

awaken." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a chilling warning. "But heed this: the bond is sacred. If he dares to bite a woman who is not the Marked One, the false bride will perish instantly. Her blood will boil, and her heart will shatter. Only the True Princess can survive the Silver King." As the years passed, Lucas grew into a man who defied his disability. He was a masterpiece of masculine strength-tall, broad-shouldered, with a jawline that looked as if it had been carved from the very mountain stone. His black hair fell over a brow that was perpetually furrowed in concentration, and though his eyes remained silver and clouded, he moved with the grace of a stalking panther. He was every woman's dream and every enemy's nightmare. But he remained untouched. He was waiting for his twenty-one years to be complete. A few days before the deadline, a royal envoy from the Silver Pack arrived at the Moon Shadow Manor. They came to claim the "Marked Princess." Alpha Terren had stood before them, his chest puffed out with pride. Without a second thought, he presented Samantha. In his mind, it couldn't be Audrey. Audrey was a "nothing." She was a human mistake. Samantha was the one with the aura, the beauty, and the wolf. To him, the choice was obvious. But Samantha was far from pleased. "I won't do it!" she hissed, pacing her bedroom later that evening. She looked at her mother, Luna Selene, with eyes full of fire. "He's an Alpha, fine. He's rich, fine. But he's blind, Mother! I am a goddess. I deserve a man who c