Lucian’s POV

“The MoonStone pack takes great offence, My Lord, as rumours circulate about the King in the North’s inability to uphold his word,” I contemplated, gently brushing my lips with a finger, engrossed in the discourse of my esteemed council.

“What word might that be?” I inquired, my gaze fixed on Lord Dandaario.

“The promise of a matrimonial union,” Lord Dandaario divulged.

“I had pledged a marriage between myself and my mate,” I declared with firm intent, making them understand if it hadn’t been abundantly clear to them.

“Vienna wasn’t my mate. I made a mistake in my judgement, and she tricked me. I, alone, should be wreaking havoc,”...