Meanwhile, at the Crest Moon Pack…
Rhys was dragged by three women who had found him through the sprawling palace hallways. They brought him before the queen....a stunning young woman with raven-black curls cascading down her shoulders. Her golden eyes locked onto his the moment he stepped into the grand throne room.
Her gaze lingered, intense and searching, until a smile curved her painted red lips.
"I will marry him," she declared boldly, her voice ringing with regal authority. "Tonight."
Rhys's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?!"
Despite his struggles...his grunts, his curses, his attempts to shake free...the palace warriors' grip remained unyielding. He was powerless against their strength. That very night, under the moon, he was wedded to the queen in a lavish ceremony attended by the entire pack.
