Chapter Fifty-Seven.
Will Glarer hunched himself in a small alcove near the Seamstress area, hidden from view by the mountain of fabrics, so that he might observe what was happening in Benice’s design studio. There was something not right about Benice, and he needed to find out what it was. He understood that the she-wolf had a crush on the king. If Will were honest, most females had a crush on the king when he was a prince at some point. It was mostly innocent. He liked to believe his Melanie didn’t swoon over King Fitzwilliam, but he would never ask her if she had when she was younger, outright. Because his mate would never lie to him, and now they were mated, it didn’t mean anything at all. His mate had eyes only for him, and that was all that mattered.
The dull throb of pain in his
