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- Eleonora Point of view - Twenty-five years ago... My father pushes me to marry Arthur, the King of the werewolf world. I am already twenty-five and haven't found my mate yet. We are in the line of Beta, but since my dad doesn't have a son, and the Beta title will be outside of our bloodline, he and the King arrange my marriage. They arranged for me and Arthur to become mates. I want to disagree, but my father did everything just to push me at that wedding. I was having my visit to the nearest pack to send the invitation card for our wedding. As soon as I stepped foot on the ground, I smelled this wonderful scent. The river scent with a combination of fresh orchids. My favorite. A man steps out of the packhouse and looks surprised at my appearance. We looked at each other. A lot of