Lucian's eyes narrowed, his wolf stirring faintly in his gaze. "On the contrary, there is. That's why I returned—to discuss the next step for you." He paused, letting his words settle. "Your marriage."
Damian's eyebrows knitted together as the unexpected word hit him. "Marriage?" he echoed in disbelief.
"Yes," Lucian replied without missing a beat. "It's time, Damian. Your position as Crown Prince requires stability and alliances that only a proper match can bring. This… situation with the poisoning only emphasizes the need for it. Plus, as my heir and the next Alpha, I believe it's important for you to have a heir of your own."
Damian's fists clenched tightly at his sides, his mind spinning. The very idea of marriage felt suffocating, especially when Evelina's face kept flashing in his thoughts.