Damien's POV
"How does she look? How does she look?" my sisters had pestered me every single day, before Nuru's presentation and all I did was stay tight-lipped.
We had all gone to the market and gotten a few new but second-hand clothes for the occasion.
Nuru was beginning to look better; the dismayed look in her eyes was finally reducing. She seemed excited, but above everything, it was her damn scent that was distracting.
Everything about her called unto unmated alphas like a moths to a flame.
I wasn't as affected as most of my counterparts, but I watched as some fell over themselves. It was pitiful. They had no chance, yet their inner Alpha instinct to protect and mate was at play.
I remained in the background, and King Alaric was yet to summon me at any point.
On the day of N
