At a posh event, I observed my father, a prominent figure, respectfully approaching the prince seated on a throne with my sister Bernice by his side. Dressed elegantly in a form-fitting gown, she captivated him with a confident smile, seemingly securing their mating bond. The occasion was a celebration for the prince's potential partner, yet I couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"My dear," my cousin's unwelcome voice grated, sending a shiver down my spine. "You can't escape this." He tried to touch me once more, leaving me trapped in an unwanted situation.
Suddenly, a faint cry echoed from the banquet area, and Bernice's complexion turned pale. The prince, noticing the commotion, frowned, his Lycan presence radiating fear among the attendees. He sternly declared, "Not her."
It seemed as though things had taken an unexpected turn. Shouldn't Bernice be the one chosen as the prince's mate? I remained hidden in the corner, disinterested in the unfolding events,只想摆脱眼前这个纠缠者。But why did the prince's gaze inadvertently land on me, hidden away? Oh, Moon Goddess, how could I decipher his thoughts amidst all this chaos?
