Trinity POV“Dad, I couldn’t tell you. Until we know who has attacked me, it isn’t safe to say anything. They didn’t tell me they were going to inform you of Lance being my mate or that we claimed each other. Did you do something to push their backs against the wall?” I take a deep breath while my fingers tighten around my phone. “But I’m your father. You should have told me, no matter what everyone else says.”I shake my head. “It wasn’t safe. If you accidentally say something to the wrong person, I could have another group of people here in seconds wanting to harm me, or worse, an army.”My hand instantly goes to my flat stomach. I’ll do whatever I must in order to protect my baby. It isn’t just me now, I’m looking out for. I have a family, including Lance.My father’s voice softens. “Will you at least tell me anything else that comes up with you? I don’t want to be hearing about important things from other people.”My shoulders drop, and I know what he is feeling, but

Trent POVI run through the forest, taking my frustrations out on the ground under my paws. The wind whips through my fur while the lower tree branches snag my side, but I don’t care. I almost want more of it. The small little pricks of pain remind me I’m not dreaming. How could my father allow the King and the crown prince to treat me like that? As the alpha of the pack, he should have stood up for me. I bet if it was Trinity on the receiving end, he would have defended her. Anger pulses through my veins as a low growl slips from me. My paws pound harder against the forest floor as my mind spins in every direction. This is why I should be the alpha heir. I wouldn’t have ever let an outsider treat anyone within the pack like this, regardless of who it is. That is unacceptable. When I’m alpha, this won’t ever happen again. I’ll also make sure those stupid lycans never come onto our pack lands again. Someone needs to teach those arrogant jerks a lesson. I dart around a pin

Lance POV With a towel draped over my head and another one around my waist, I walk out of the bathroom, drying my hair. Little beads of water glisten off my bare chest. “Babe, are you sure you’re alright? My mom said you seemed a little out of it and jittery after Chad’s stupid attempt to get into the palace. I still don’t know why he did that, but I’m sorry my idiot friend scared you.” Trinity wiggles further under the covers , and her sweet voice eases my nerves. “I’m fine. After the attack, I’m a little more jumpy than normal. As time goes on, I’m sure I won’t be so bad. If I’m in a battle, I can’t let loud noises startle me. It could be the difference between winning and losing.” Her voice cracks when she says attack. My heart aches knowing the incident has left such deep scars on her mentally. I think it is more about the betrayal which cuts so deep. Someone she knows and has trusted has done this to her with the goal of killing her. For what? A title? She shakes he

Trinity POVI burst through the private hospital room door and come to a screeching halt at the foot of the bed as my gaze falls on Bethany. Several machines line up along either side of the bed while she lays unconscious. Each monitor flashes a different number or graph, while a few steadily beep. She has bandages wrapped around her arms and head with blood soaking through. Her once beautiful face is filled with scratches and cuts, along with a black eye and a busted lip. My heart shatters. Who could have done this to her? I can’t hide my pain as my voice waivers. “How bad is it?” If her looks are any sign, it is bad. I take a deep breath and brace for the worse as my feet slowly inch closer to her. Lance gently rubs my back and steps beside me. “I’m not completely sure. I haven’t gotten the full medical report yet.”Tears well up in my eyes as my gaze stops on a deep bloody burn with tiny little cuts around her neck. “Tell me everything. I can see from here, the monst

The King POV All eyes turn towards me as I stride into the meeting room. Ignoring everyone and their anxious gazes, I turn my focus towards the council behind the long table. “Did you get the information I’ve sent you?” They stand and bow their heads. A few members reply, “Yes.” “Good.” As I stop at the end of the table, my gaze scans the other people in the room. “Have you found additional information to corroborate it?” “Yes.” My eyes narrow slightly as I analyze everyone’s reaction to the new information. Trinity’s father stares at me with a blank expression, but not before a flicker of confusion appears in his eyes. “What do you mean? Do we have answers regarding my daughter’s attack?” The lead council woman in the middle of the table answers. “We have more information on your daughter’s case, but what his majesty sent to us were reports on Bethany.” An array of gasps fills the room as the council woman continues. “We have kept it a secret, but Bethany was discover