Prince Khalid's POV
Sitting inside my office, I kept going through the files on my desk. It was exhausting but still, I spent all my day inside here working tirelessly.
I will be crowned the King of the werewolves soon after my father's retirement.
I was known as the cruel, brutal, merciless, and fierce Prince with a cold heart but still, I feel bothered.
Something had me concerned about the idea of not having a mate. I searched every Pack for her but I couldn't get to smell her.
I am already twenty-eight and that means that I am supposed to have my mate with me by now. And this anger makes me pour my frustration into training my Pack non-stop and ensuring that we keep soaring higher.
Sometimes I wonder if I am created to remain single forever or if she hasn't been born.
"I am sure that our wolf will be somewhere waiting for us, bro," My wolf, Draco, said.