"No, I don't, whatever my queen wants, my queen gets," Angelo said to Hera.
He was happy, just as she was. He was a proud man and nothing made him even prouder than him having Hera as his mate. Hera looked lovingly at her mate, wondering whether their parents would have approved of their union.
Maybe they would have been different people. Maybe the life they lived was one of a kind. Maybe their parents wouldn't understand and maybe just maybe they would understand. One thing about the werewolf royalties was that an alpha's son always was an alpha, but the kings were chosen.
These kids had been selected by the goddess herself to take care of a home they were born into but bred out of. Life had taught them more than any school would ever teach them and they knew it.
