While the Alpha wolf roamed the forest beyond the palace, within its walls, the royal family sat down for dinner.

Christine stared hard at the food in front of her, her jaw tight.

She hadn't touched her food yet. She couldn't. Not when her mind kept replaying the mark on that bitch’s neck like it was a broken music box.

Her hands clenched into fists as she worked to keep bile from rising in her throat.

She was Arthur's woman. She had been his woman for years.

She knew what he liked. What ...