In the Midnight Castle, tension hung thick in the air, and this time it wasn’t due to the usual political maneuvering or power struggles. It was because of Kaian, the prince whose decision would alter everything.
Rebecca, his mate, had arrived unexpectedly, as she often did when she wanted something. The moment she entered his private quarters, her intentions were clear. Dressed in her usual provocative attire, she moved towards Kaian with a predatory grace, her lips curved into a sultry smile. As usual, she didn’t waste time with pleasantries.
"Kaian, my prince," she purred, stepping close to him. "You’ve been working too hard. Let me help you... relax."
Before Kaian could protest, Rebecca pressed her body against his, her hands sliding to his chest. The familiar sensation of her touch
