I sit on the edge of Caspian's bed, staring at the darkening sky through the massive windows.
The deep hues of violet and burnt orange bleed into the horizon, mirroring the turmoil inside me.
My fingers grip the plush comforter as my heartbeat drums a steady rhythm against my ribs.
Any moment now, the King and Queen will announce my mating to Caspian—to the entire pack officially.
So if anyone was hoping that it was a fluke or that the king and queen would never permit it, tonight is going to be solid proof that it's real.
That it's happening.
I will become the future Queen of the Lycans.
Aries hums in amusement, his presence a warm, golden hum in my chest. "Queen Delilah. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it, sweetheart?"
I scoff. "That's what you're thinking about right now?"