You'd think getting saved by an Alpha werewolf right in front of a bunch of vampires would earn you a free pass from the king, right?
Ha! Wrong.
Instead, Riona found herself marching to her doom, the king's study—a charming little place where nightmares come to life.
Today's agenda? Oh, just a casual brush with death, courtesy of the king himself.
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Noticing that Riona kept fidgeting at the sight of King Valentin after the dance, Thorin once again acted as a furry knight in shining armor and offered to take her out of the hall, which she reluctantly accepted.
The moment they left the grand hall, Thorin's complexion noticeably improved, as if he'd just been given a moonlit spa treatment. He looked far more relaxed, almost like a werewolf who'd finally found the world's largest chew toy.
He even mustered up some playful banter. "Isn't this where I get my thank-you? Or do I need to save you from a garlic bread buffet first?"
