Matteo

"Your Highness," Freya's parents said in unison, bowing their heads before extending an invitation for Calvin and me to take a seat. "I will go get her," Rica, her mom, announced, and I nodded, patiently awaiting her return. Why the need for a summons? Shouldn't she have detected my scent? Uncertainty lingered; was this typical behavior for her? Did I hold no significance to her? It felt as if my enthusiasm for our union was one-sided.

Lucas, her father, remained silent, seated across from me. His sentiments regarding me becoming his daughter's mate remained unclear. Any parent would desire someone like me for their daughter, so what set them...