I slammed the door to my rooms shut as if my life depended on it, my chest heaving from the physical exertion that it had taken to get here as fast as I had.
I was still finding it difficult to adjust to the thought that he was here—that Marcel had actually made his appearance, that he was no longer just a name that everyone used to put me in my place. Because in all honesty, that was all that he had been to me.
But now, he had turned into an actual person, a person who had an ego the size of this very palace—and I hated it. I hated it with a passion. But the thing that I hated even more, was the fact that I had been put in a position where I needed to think of him as the person that I would spend the rest of my life with.
Because that was what soulmates were. And if the werewolves h
