"Dad, I've said this so many times, I don't need a personal guard," I grumbled, my gaze fixated on the enigmatic figure standing by my father's side. Arabella Adair, the sole heir to the Alpha King's throne, couldn't stand the thought of her striking yet silent protector. He wore a mask that concealed half his face, revealing only mesmerizing eyes and tousled hair that seemed to defy reason. The peculiar gloves he habitually wore, combined with his unyielding silence, drove Arabella crazy with curiosity. Amidst the turmoil in her kingdom, her fascination with this mysterious bodyguard intensified her desire to unravel the truth behind him. With newfound determination, she resolved to employ every resource available to expose his hidden secrets, no matter how unconventional the means might be.
