“Will you marry me, Alpha Xavier?” I asked and bowed slightly. Lord Xavier is currently the Alpha of the Leonard family. 
Apparently, he’s been hailed as one of the strongest men on the continent—and the most handsome. Not like that matters to me but I guess it’s a plus. 
“Excuse me?” The man stared at me in disbelief. “If have to repeat myself, will you marry me?” I looked up at Xavier who hadn’t moved a muscle nor taken his eyes off of me. 
He just needs to accept my proposal already! This silence and waiting is unbearable! I’m offering you money and power. 
What more could you possibly— “I accept your marriage proposal.” Xavier interrupted my thoughts and released his hold on me. I’ve succeeded! Another step closer to your death, my Lord…

 ------- Xavier’s POV 

I accepted the witch girl’s proposal and walked out of the parlor without looking back at her. How could I? 
My heart raced inside of my chest, though I knew that these beats weren’t my own. Throughout the entire ordeal, something itched in the back of my mind. I knew what it was. 
“Lyon!” I commanded through thought. “What was that all about? What happened?” A howl echoed through my mind. 
“She’s our mate!” Lyon exclaimed. Mate?! The daughter of the Wisdom family was supposed to be my Luna? I couldn’t believe that the Moon Goddess was capable of such jokes and trickery.

Propose To The Alpha

I made my way back to Hastings to check on the status of the vampire nobles and royals since my last uneventful visit a week ago. It appeared that the royals and nobles were still cooped up in the castle.


Not much word spread around the royal vampire city aside from common folk stating the obvious of not having heard from any of the upper-class citizens in over a week.


Whatever they were planning, I hoped it continued to take their eyes and attention away from the rest of the city. A smirk curled on my lips as I took one last look at the families roaming the streets before heading back to Belfast.


When I arrived back in the small mining town, I was greeted by the self-proclaimed leader of the werewolf prisoners that came under my command. I believe his name was Devin.


“Your Highness,” Devin bowed to me.


“Devin, my dear boy. I hope you and your men are ready for some ‘action’, as you seemed to call it.”


Chapter 55