Chapter 225. The Rogues

“I mean… no matter how you put it, it’s still cannibalism,” I said.

Rowan had his hands on my hips, and mine rested on his shoulders. We swayed slowly from side to side, our rhythm matching the harp music as everyone in the hall watched. Apparently, the ball was meant for the two of us—to show the academy that the supreme alpha truly had a bride.

We had been talking for a while, and his view of the world intrigued me as much as it terrified me. He was so cold, so unfeeling. He cared little for the lives of the few if sacrificing them meant saving the many. He didn’t mind being hated if it meant keeping the world safe—just as every “good” leader since the beginning of time.

He was the supreme alpha, the most powerful being alive, yet still bowed to the will of the council. They were the ones who suggested he marry to keep the peace.