Forty-three:
Prince Raoul
Reina was back in my arms. My rightful mate, my Luna. Not that horrid little witch. We were in my chambers, kissing, when there was a knock on the door. “Majesty!” it was Conan calling.
Reina groaned as she kissed my neck. “Ignore him. We haven’t had a moment to ourselves since this silly little plot started.”
I smirked. “It’s not silly. Remember, this is how the werewolves are going to take control of the kingdom.”
She huffed. “I know that. But it takes you away from me. Not to mention I had to watch you with her, and I had to smell her on you.”
“It will all---” I kissed her on her neck, then her bare shoulder “----be worth it when you and I are King and Queen. We are going to make the mortal
