Lyanna’s POV

“This is really tiring!” I panted as I dragged the log of wood with me, heading toward the royal kitchen.

That had been my routine for days, as I had been avoiding the Alpha. I had used the excuse of helping out in the royal kitchen to prevent both of us from seeing each other because whenever we met, my heart broke, remembering his brutal rejection.

My wolf had grown aggressive whenever I was around him, so I tried to stay away, but there was no way to avoid him when I ...