CHRISTOPHER'S POV
My muscles tightened with each step I took down the hallway, as I headed to the lounge. The island transcends beyond the glasshouse and opens to a small town at the far end.
I wanted to relax and meet the locals later on, but now? Nah, more like I want to spend more time with a certain icy haired she-wolf that shared similar features with my mother.
‘Still want to reject her at the festival?’ my wolf taunted.
I stifled a growl that threatened to erupt from my lips. “Yes.”
‘Ugh. You're such a punkhead. I hope the King wouldn't count you worthy of sitting on his throne.’ he grumbled.
I scoffed. “I am the best for that position and you know it.”
‘A mate whose sole interest is bound to his mate would be smart enough to sink his fangs in her skin, and freaking mar
