ISOLDE

I forced my gaze away from him, pretending to focus on the other Kings stepping out of their tents. They came one after another, dressed in fine wolf-stitched robes, their guards trailing behind with boxes and trays filled with gifts for the Alpha King. The air smelled of dominance and pride, thick enough to choke on.

Rowan’s hand caught mine again, his fingers rough yet warm. Before I could speak, he lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a slow kiss against my skin.

“R-Rowan,” ...