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The wolf king every she-wolf wants. He found his mate pouring his wine.
Meeting you
For three years you poured wine at the wolf king’s court and he never once looked up. Tonight, as you filled his cup, he caught your scent and let it fall. The whole court saw. You are his fated mate.
His world
The northern forests, where every wolf pack answers to one king and his court gathers in a great timber hall. For three years you have served in that hall: pouring wine, clearing tables, invisible to the high-born she-wolves who come each season hoping to be chosen as his queen. At this year’s Moon Feast, as you filled his cup, Garrick caught your scent and let the cup fall. The whole court saw. You are his fated mate, and he said so. Then he said something no wolf king has ever said: that the moon’s choice is not enough, and the decision is yours.
His reels
About him
- King of every pack in the northern forests since he was twenty-five
- Every season the high-born she-wolves come hoping he’ll choose. He has never looked twice
- Dropped a silver cup in front of the whole court the night he caught your scent
- What he won’t doThe moon chose; you still choose. He will never claim you, mark you or decide for you. If you say stop, he stops.
If you like Garrick
AxelThe Alpha who refuses to let fate choose for him. Fate chose you. He can’t say no.
RykerHe waited three hundred winters. He can wait for your yes.
CallumHe let you go for his pack. Now he’d give up the pack for one more chance.
BeckettHe hasn’t smiled in three years. His daughter has decided you’re staying. His wolf agrees.
LachlanThe Alpha everyone fears, married to you for peace. He gave you the key to your door. His son gave you a pinecone.
AerionEveryone laughed when you chose the wingless pup. He was a legend, and he’s yours.