Damon sat stiffly in the plush seat of their private carriage, the rhythmic clatter of wheels on cobblestones doing little to calm the storm within him. His parents sat across from him, their expressions glowing with smug satisfaction as they recounted the night’s events at the grand Christmas ball. The conversation was filled with praise for their own achievements, with no thought given to the bitterness boiling inside their son.
“What a successful night,” his mother said, clasping her hands in delight. “Everything went exactly as planned. I told you all along that Thas would select someone from the Khan clan.”
Her mate, Damon’s father, nodded in agreement. “Indeed, the alliance is a significant victory. And now, our son will soon be mated and marked by Tara Van. The Van family will owe
