William

“Francine, how is Alana?” I asked in the middle of the party that I threw for Belinda Crossworth, the princess of the north whom I was betrothed to.

It was not a formal agreement between our fathers but it seemed like the princess is so thrilled with the idea that she is still holding it up until now.

She requested my father to come here and the alpha king instructed me to receive her as our official guest.

“She is alright, alpha prince.”

I sighed and scanned the room. If only I could pull the time. I would really want to run back to Alana. I want to see...