For the next week, the entire palace already knew of the budding relationship between their king and his mate Lisa.

They met, ate, talked, walked, smiled sometimes, and even laughed.

No one knows how; they only had a rough guess of when they tried to get along.

Their once gloomy king, their alpha with a cold face, now had a faint smile on his lips or in his eyes, making those mateless wolves cry bitterly at the dog food being thrown by his highness.

Currently, his highness, Marcos, sat at a table filled with food; opposite him was Lisa, her face flushed weirdly, either in shame or anger.

"Would you...