PRINCE KLOUD’S POV
Pressing a light kiss on Ulysses' temple, I stood in waiting for everyone’s reaction.
“You are mated?” Gandia gasped.
“Yes, the Crown Prince and Grand Prince are mated,” Uncle Marrok boasted.
“Congratulations,” Gandia beamed, her smile splitting her face from ear to ear.
“Mated?” Oclan eyes blazed with anger.
The whole court followed suit. “Congratulations, Crown Prince and Grand Prince.”
“Thank you,” Ulysses blushed.
“You two have my blessing,” Ma beamed and clapped her hands.
“How is it that you are mated?” Morgan Stoic looked shocked.
“I would like to thank you for arranging this marriage. Without you, I would not have found my mate.” I spoke up.
I could feel Ulysses squeezing my hand and knew he could tell I was being sarcastic.
“Crown Prince, do you know what Grand Prince Ulysses’ Lycan is?” Morgan Stoic took a step forward.
“How is that anyone's business?” Kloud demanded.
“He is a Velunore Lycan,” Oclan announced in the hall.