Maeve POV
The moment First Alpha Prince Henry and I locked eyes in the Great Hall of the palace, my body went still, struck by both awe and intimidation.
As the esteemed firstborn of the royal alpha bloodline, he was one of the most impressive and influential men in the entire Werewolf Kingdom, and he looked very much the part. Dressed in lavish clothes befitting a prince and radiating magnificent confidence almost rivaling that of Xaden, it was clear all he lived and breathed was wealth and power.
Part of me worried that if I breathed out of turn or moved the slightest inch to the side, he would somehow find fault with it.
I feared him almost as much as I did the Alpha King himself.
“Henry,” Lucas murmured, bowing his head curtly but courteously in the presence of his eldest brother
