“All of the Alphas of the world are invited to your birthday and your official welcoming as the Crown Princess of the Werewolves.”
I choked on my dinner, food going down the wrong pipe. “W-what?”
Kaleb smacked my back three times before I could breathe again. “You alright there?”
“All of them?” I screeched in panic. There was no way Alek Volkov… no. It can’t be.
My father looked me over with concern. “Yes. Is there something wrong?”
I wave his concern away, masking my face with a look of indifference. “But why?”
“It’s your crowning as the heir to the throne.” My father tells me as if that in itself had all the answers to my question. “All your subjects are required to come by law. Lest it be seen as treason.
Thankfully, my mother was better at explaining and came to his rescue. “W
