Freya smiled up at Wyatt. She could feel his tension in his arms. “Calm yourself. Don’t be getting ready to start a war without knowing anything.” She giggled as he gave her a guilty grin. She was right. The very idea of them wanting Freya had his Alpha blood raging. His killer instinct started to surface, ready to eradicate any threat to his mate.
Just then the doors to the door opened. A man walked out. “The King and Queen wish to speak to the King and Queen of the werewolves, privately.”
Jester furrowed his brows. “Now wait a minute…-”
“Alone.” The man repeated interrupting Jester.
“It’s okay Jester. We will speak with them privately.” Wyatt said with a slight nod.
“Wyatt.” Jason growled. He did
