Chapitre 42: Chapter 42

He couldn't say no to her. It was awful what the mate bond could do.

As much as he wanted to push her away, to keep her at arm's length, he couldn't do it. There was a magnetic pull, a connection, that was far more powerful than anything he had ever encountered.

Darian led Althea through the grand hallways of the Lycan castle, a place where few dared to venture without permission. His steps were measured and confident, yet he couldn't help but glance at Althea from time to time.

She was a study in contrast to the stern, battle-hardened King. Her delicate features, dark hair, and the subtle scent of wildflowers that clung to her made her a stark contrast to the somber surroundings of the castle.

Althea's footsteps echoed in the grand hallways of the Lycan castle, her eyes bright with curiosity.

She couldn't help herself; the grandeur of the place had awakened her inquisitiveness.