Alpha Clinton
Clinton tensed beside me, and I gently placed a hand on his lap, hoping it'd be able to at least calm him down.
An elder whom I had gotten to know his name was Paul raised his right hand. “He has a point. The Queen seat needs to be occupied.” He paused, catching everyone's eyes. Gesturing towards me he continued, “Since you can't make her your Queen, you must make Seraphina your mate and Queen.”
The meaning was clear, and even though I had known it would come to this and had prepared for it, the pain still hit me. Goddess, why can't my life ever sail smoothly without being thrown into a storm every time?
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