Prince Keith’s POV

The memory of Heather's reaction to my teasing still lingered in my mind, it was strange that warmth was blooming in my chest. It was a feeling I hadn't felt in years. It was ridiculous, of course. I, Prince Keith, the crippled prince, finding... what? Amusement? Pleasure? In the discomfort of a woman forced to marry me out of duty?

But the truth, however ugly, was there. Even more disturbing was the whisper from the dormant part of me, the wolf I thought I had lost had ...