ore making her way to the ground floor and exited the building through the backdoor. She jogged to the nea

d find on the oddities of werewolves but there was nothing on striped tails. Those who had seen her form always pointed out this peculiarity of hers.

e was invigorating. The gentle rustling of the wind was a sound she loved, and the endless rows of trees drew h

y, and took a deep, satisfying breath of freedom. She did this every morning back in her pac

ntered the building before taking the elevator up to the seventh floor. As soon as she walked out of the elevator and turned around the corner of the

ed forward, and she slumped

were you?!” The person who had his

and registered the scent of acacia wood and forest trees, she realised that it was the King. When their gaze

ind her ear as he asked, “Where d

rest at the back. Why? Did

neck as he whispered, “I couldn’t hear anyone in your room, and your scent in the corridor was faint. I tho

erself of her previous mates and remained calm as she uttered, “I’m sorr

led her skin as he continued, “But that doesn’t mean I wo

sed as she uttered, “You could’

d as he pulled away to look at her face. His eyes were fierce,

Dark. Short hair. He is a guard of this place, isn’t he? Or you could’ve asked his partn

ught about how amazing his mate was to learn the names of the hotel guards. The Kin

ed back at the King, and asked, “Was there anything you need? I have t

. He was so worried that he hadn’t noticed she was in a tracksuit. He reluctantly released her as he s

r from view when the door closed behind her. Xandar was rooted at his spot for another five

dless of what one wears. But now, he wanted to look his best for his mate. After putting on a teal green shirt and finishing the look with a black tuxedo, he ran his

nitial chatter died down instantly. He caught sight of the person he was looking for,

elf to food and drink. Wolves, you need not wait for the other Lycans to arrive

ad spoken to the night before walked up to him with the sole purpose of greeting him. ‘It feels different', he thought. In previous years, wolves and Ly

ching her. She was speaking to Luna Lyssa, who was listening attentively until

as a glass of water in her hand. Her head was beginning to tilt downwards when Xandar held her shoulder and lifted her

ow to him but she stubbornly muttered, “It would be rather odd i

e my mate. I will not have you bow to me.” With that, he took her hand and lifted it

ne was any less shocked. She tried to say something, “Uh... thank you, Xandar.”

reakfast?” He aske