Two young nobles were inside the massive study chamber. One was sitting on a wooden chair behind an enormous desk. His light brown eyes were sad. His face was pale and broken. His blond hair was unkempt. His mind was in turmoil, but his aura was still strong enough to let others know his identity. Another one was standing near him, just like a statue. His blond hair was disheveled. He was beyond surprise. It seemed that everything in that room, along with the pile of books and scrolls placed in the huge almirah, was looking at them silently.
Though a thousand questions were piling up in Brandon’s head, he could not process what to say. The alpha king of the North had found his mate. This should cause a huge celebration. Instead, the alpha king did not even mention this, not even once, no
