[Cruz POV]
‘I want her.’
Cruz Sterling had left Lorenzo and Eleanor behind in their tent with a deep-seated feeling of bitter disdain forming in the pit of his gut. It had actually started when he first entered the tent. He’d spotted sweet Eleanor curled up into the side of her alpha and wanted nothing more than to snatch her away for himself.
He knew that, apart from the long-standing hatred Lorenzo held for him, the other alpha was secretly smug. Lorenzo had Eleanor all to himself and was quite prideful for it. Throughout the entirety of their meeting, he’s kept a firm hand on his mate’s waist, as though he were flaunting the fact that she belonged to him.
‘As if I haven’t been spurned enough as it is,’ he thought darkly.
The position of aiding the heir to the throne that the Lyc
