Chapter Seventy. The Forgotten Mate and The Alpha Prince.
Honey’s stomach twisted with anxiety the closer the train came to the small little coastal village in Cornwall. The train was full of people. She assumed they were the media outlets sending their people, as they had large cases of equipment with them, along with what looked like reporters, all of them stopping to talk to each other, questioning the information the others had, in order to get the best story. One lady Honey recognised, although she could not remember her name if asked, was a morning news correspondent from the BBC. She was dressed camera-ready, her hair and make-up perfect, her clothes clearly designer labels.
Honey let out a sigh, how she longed for her designer wardrobe again, but she was now living in the most
