The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- 234, LOW-QUALITY TRICKS VICTORIA Life inside the walls and outside of them were definitely two different worlds. Standing at the window of the room I'd been given, I looked out toward the beautiful villas beneath the fortress. That's where the werewolves lived-this was Dracomir's pack and his home. As soon as he arrived, he had to deal with a thousand things. I understood his position, and I wasn't some accessory he needed to keep hanging off his arm all day.

Suddenly, my gaze was drawn to a few carriages arriving in the front courtyard. They looked like elegant guests. They were led inside by the staff, and then more carts arrived I saw that hypocritical assassin walk out to check the merchandise. Boxes and boxes covered in satin. ---- She was considered royalty in my realm, so I could easily say those were finely tailored clothes. "Well, aren't you spoiled," I muttered with annoyance.

I heard the footsteps of the maid that had been assigned to me. "Miss Victoria, this arrived for you," she said, carrying a cockroach-colored box. "What is it?" I asked, walking over to the bed where she had placed it. "A maid gave it to me

Agatha woman and housekeeper of the ---- fortress, I hadn't had the misfortune of meeting her yet. I'll admit it annoyed me a bit, but Draco and I had talked about my identity. It's not wise to reveal that I'm his mate... not yet. The hatred toward

camp was one thing, but could he alone handle a rebellion in his own realm? I doubt it, especially

one." She nodded eagerly. She was a young she-wolf, and her innocence showed all over her face.