EMRYS' POV
What the hell does she want this time around? She'd paraded herself as our mates and we didn't take it too seriously. Because, we were following a set of laid down rules by our ancestors.
If we didn't find a destined mate by the time we were supposed to ascend the throne, she'd be mated to us as a second chance mate.
She knew…we— I and my brothers knew we didn't fancy her enough to give her the honor of ruling a kingdom as powerful as the Trident pack. But there had been no arguments when it was said.
"It's the best for the three of you," my father had said over a glass of wine at the dining table that night.
We knew our father didn't care about what's best for us. It was first about the pack and how powerful we'd grown over the years, before he even considered our emotions
