Arabella looked at the king, trying to hide her angst, her anger and her hate through clenched teeth and a passive face. Her lip trembled from her protest of revealing sharp canines and a deathly growl. If anything, she looked as if she was about to cry and that was how it was interpreted by the King. She gripped the wooden desk, placing pressure in attempt to alleviate her anger. He had not even bothered to ask her.
"Were you even going to ask for my consent?" She asked with an icy cold voice, that reverberated in a low and dangerous tone.
She had to calm down before she, herself, soiled her plans. But she had been born an Alpha, raised an Alpha, and there was only so much submission that an Alpha could handle. The king must've had a lot of self control to deal with the personality of herself. Apart from this, even though the trip was a stepping stone in aiding in her plan, she still didn't appreciate the fact she was not informed of this trip before. That and she felt she didn't have a choice or a say in the matter. But besides this, she knew why he did it, it was the King's duty. And even though it played right into her plan, she felt defiant at the thought of it. The bond twisting her gut in guilt at just the mere thought of hurting a mate.
"These are the Luners," he said incredulity as if that would explain everything. And even though she had been somewhat affectionate to him, he knew to thread lightly.
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Werewolf"And in the mystification they realized that they were mates." Arabella Gardenia carries the world on her shoulders. As a young child, she was expected nothing more than to meet her parents' and pack's expectations. Now, as a young woman, those expe...
