Chapter 21

Conaan lay in bed, his eyes wide open as he watched the light dance around the white ceiling, his chest constricting painfully. He closed his eyes, but every single time, he heard Eleanor, each time the words hurting a bit more, each time sounding more and more accusatory.

He never even looked at another woman. Not before or after her. He swallowed, vaguely remembering the woman who could have replaced Eleanor back then, a week after the then king, his father, realized Eleanor had run away from home.

It had been his own timely intervention, or the beta wouldn't have died of natural causes like he did.

Naturally, his father was furious, especially with the scar, but Conaan had been able to keep things under control. And despite that, he had stayed with the beta as he took his last breath, then kept his spirit wolf close to his own father's.

He turned towards the window, his eyes squinting at the sound. He had tried to ignore the shuffle of feet around the quiet palac