Never in a million years did Marcus think that he will be chosen as the marriage candidate for the king of werewolves. Especially when he is a prince and not a princess! But the king made his choice and the humans are in no power to refuse him. For humanity's sake, you go along with it. But problem is that he isn't the only one married to him. He has to fight for the king's affection with other consorts. He finds that he has to brush on his skills and seduce and gain the affection of the werewolf king who is a hybrid. Will he find a way to win over the king and bring peace between the races?
Marcus and Bran brought Reina to find the king. Everything was taking a different turn from the way that the day was supposed to go.
They had raced to find Dara only to be found with a problem far worse than what they had anticipated.
The black most from the cursed urn had gotten the Queen and king to fall unconscious.
Reina and Morpheus laid asleep next to each other on the ground. Their chests were moving up and down in slow motion giving Marcus and Bran some assurance that they were still alive.
"What has happened to them. Are they gone?" Marcus inquired.
He stood frozen to the ground with tears trickling down his cheeks. It was a matter of fighting.
"Not yet, but if we don't get the black most out of him. They will be," the witch said.
Marcus turned his head to the trees hearing approaching footsteps.
Ba-thump! Ba-thump!