SEVEN YEARS AGO, after the grand party for the coming of age of Princess Alys.
Jayden was restless.
The party had already ended, but there were still people up and about, and the cleaning staff were doing an all nighter. He had been home for hours, having requested for an early end to his shift as soon as he had recovered from the shock of finding out that he had been fated to the lycan king’s beloved daughter who had just turned eighteen. Any other man would have rejoiced and felt like they’d won the jackpot. Princess Alys was absolutely gorgeous, sweet, kind, intelligent, and everything nice.
The perfect mate.
Any other man would have felt very lucky.
But instead, Jayden felt like a dead man walking.
No, actually that’s not accurate. At the moment, he felt like the very fires of
