RYAN.

I looked out through the window, and could see my Beta already assembling our troops.

"His royal highness would be here soon, I need to leave." I muttered to Ralia, who looked very sombre.

"Does it have to be this way?"

"Do you support Desmond's stand?" I shot back.

"No!" She yelled out in disbelief. "I am here right now, not so?"

"Then why...."

"He is my mate, in case you have forgotten, brother!" She cut me off, making me hiss in internal agony. I truly didn't want to hurt her, but things were out of my control now. I already tried to give him as much chances as...