*Isaac*
Lorena sits in a wing-backed armchair in the formal sitting room off the front garden. Her golden hair falls over her shoulders in soft curls.
Her eyes haven’t left mine for the past hour, and to be honest, I find myself growing more and more uncomfortable in her presence.
This isn’t good.
She’s my top contender at this point, a week after out initial meeting. Her father, an Alpha, is a great man. Kind, loyal, intelligent. An ally I am lucky to have.
I know that his loyalty to the crown isn’t contingent on whether or not I choose Lorena as my wife and Luna based on a prior conversation I had with the man.
Thank the Goddess.
It’s not that I’m not attracted to her. It’s not that I can’t see her potential.
It’s her voice–and the words that leave her lips when her guard
