“How?” I question.
“Because the moment I met you, you were defiant, you were unafraid. My sons don’t need a woman who fears them. Every woman in the four kingdoms already does, which is exactly why I can’t marry them off!” King Theron’s eyes go to his sons, and Zeke scoffs.
“No, what my sons need is a challenge. They’re too competitive. Like all Lycans, they like the hunt. But there is no use hunting something that you can’t chase, and they will chase you, and you will run and fight back, giving them the chase of a lifetime.” My eyebrows raise.
“They like to hunt?” I chuckle. For some reason, I can’t picture the three Kings in hunting gear, not that they would need it, given what they are, but still, I find the imagery in my head funny.
“Something funny?” Malachi asks, coming up beside
