“Freya weetie, show our guests their seats, Silverline.” Sheryl says to the masked girl who I've now learned is princess Freya, her niece.

“This way please.” Freya nods, leading the way. Kingston is the first to follow her, making me scrunch up my nose in annoyance.

“Not you Alpha, I'd like a word please.”

Kingston and Mirabelle look at me. I nod at them for them to proceed, to which they do. Kingston lingering a second longer than he should before he leaves.

“A word you said, what's that word your Highness? ”

“Please don't be formal we are–” she takes a pregnant pause, her lips shutting with a threatening...