His lips moved soundlessly for a moment. "Seraphina, even if you don't mate with Fenris, there are plenty of fine young Alphas in Aurelia worth considering. A mating bond is too important a matter to decide out of spite."
I cut him off. "Besides the Alpha Supreme Heir, who in this Dominion outranks Fenris Vargr?"
"The Blackthorns aren't what they used to be. You've already been generous enough to let me sever the scent-bond courtship with the Vargr pack on a whim."
"But I refuse to let our bloodline keep declining."
"Besides, a daughter of pureblood lineage will have to present herself at the Citadel sooner or later. If not me, it will be Briar."
Father let out a long sigh. His scent shifted, the old parchment and dried lavender growing heavier with worry.
The Alpha Supreme Heir was cold by nature. Nothing like Fenris, who knew how to charm. In my previous life, only Ravenna had set her sights on the Heir's inner circle. She had been singularly obsessed with becoming Luna Designate.