It was quiet for a few moments and then he gestured to one of the guards. “My son has just arrived at the south entrance. Please escort him here.”
I guess the Prince will be making an appearance after all.
More whispers across the room but this time they were excited whispers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw many of the girls fixing their hair or their clothes. I didn’t need to be a genius to figure out why.
They want to look good for the Prince in case they’re his mate. ?
The effort felt kind of fruitless to me. The prince was only going to have eyes for his mate, and one of these girls happened to be the lucky winner, it’s not like he was going to turn her away over a few loose hairs or a wrinkly shirt. But then again, I wasn’t the one throwing my hat in the ring.
“You’re not going to fix your hair?” a teasing voice to my right asked. Ezra.
Great, it’s the literal last person on the planet I feel like talking to.
I almost just ignored him, but I had a feeling Ezra would just keep bothering me until I talked.
“Should I be?” I asked flatly.
“No, of course not,” Ezra grinned, “A puny human like you has zero chance of ever being a wolf’s mate, less alone a prince.”
Before I could retaliate with something snarky, the doors to the meeting room opened and every eye turned to the entrance.
Two burly guards entered first and then I saw him.
Prince Griffin.
The first thing I noticed about him was his height. He was tall, even for a werewolf, and he must’ve been at least 6’4 or 6’5. He held himself the way that most Alphas did like he had all the confidence in the world. But there was something different about his demeanor.
You could usually only see the power that most Alphas had when they expressed it
– usually by barking orders at their pack or through physical brunt force.
But this guy?
He exuded power.
It rolled off him in waves, you could feel it in the air.
I had never seen another werewolf exhibit power like that, not even the actual Alpha King.
The second thing I noticed about him was just how beautiful he was. He had bronze skin, dark hair, and dark eyes that were trained on the Alpha King.
Even just looking at him turned my stomach into knots.
“My son!” The Alpha King said, gesturing him over, “How lovely of you to join us, Prince Griffin…only several minutes late.”
He strode across the room, not even sparing a glance at any of the Alpha kids, me included.
“I had to deal with a few rogues on the border,” he told the king, stopping just before his father. “You’re lucky I made it at all.”
“Well, all that matters is that you’re here now,” the King smiled but there was an odd tension between them. The King’s smile was forced and the prince didn’t even bother to try and fake one.
I also noticed how casually the prince was dressed too. Instead of the formal military uniform that I’d seen the King and several of the guards wear, the prince was in jeans, a dark t-shirt, and a flannel.
Well, I guess you can wear whatever you want when you’re royalty.
Suddenly, the prince’s head snapped up and his nostrils flared, like he’d caught a scent.a
As his b*dy turned, I caught sight of his arm.
He had a griffin tattoo.
I let out some sort of strangled gasp and his eyes met mine, widening.
“Mate.”
Oh no. 24
“Hunger drives the wolf out of the wood.”
German Proverb
It was completely silent.
Nob*dy moved. Nob*dy spoke.
I was frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights or like a lamb spotted by the wolf.
No.
No.
No. Nope. No way.
This is not happening. He can’t be talking about me.
Although I remained still, my eyes darted around the room, looking for some other person that the prince must’ve been talking about his real mate. Clearly, I was mistaken. There was no way he was talking about me.
But there was no one else.
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