Chapter 94.
The last of the plates were taken away from the banqueting table. The atmosphere was so thick that you could cut it with a knife.
“This is awkward,” Becca's mind linked with her mate.
“Tomorrow is going to be worse,” Fredrick sadly replied. He wanted tomorrow to be perfect, his mate deserved a happy coronation, to enjoy the experience.
He was still unsure as to why his mother was insisting that he be crowned alongside Becca in Scandinavia. Junior was heir to the throne, not him, and although he had yet to meet his mate, and produce an heir, it still seemed like overkill on behalf of his parents to insist it happen as it was. He would have much preferred to have his mate crowned in Helsingør, with the Alphas of all the packs in attendance, surrounded by his full pack, wit
