Just like every other Alpha's daughter in relatively wealthy packs, Lillian Woodland was born and raised with a silver spoon in her mouth.
In her life, there never was a doll, a dress, a pair of shoes, or a bag that was too expensive or too difficult to get.
Whatever she wanted, she got when she wanted it.
The life of a werewolf princess was indeed vastly different from that of a normal pack member.
While Kieran lay on the hard bed with Lillian in his arms, all he could think about was how uncomfortable the woman must be.
"You should go," he softly whispered. "This is not a place for someone like you. Especially not in your condition."
Lillian shook her head.
"There is no other place in this whole wide world I want to be in."
She raised a hand and caressed Kieran's jawline.
"I want to stay with you."
"This cell is too cold," Kieran reasoned. "They don't even bother to give us any blankets..."
