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I have two major goals in life that I have been pursuing for as long as I can remember. Well, I had—I've just realized they are no longer achievable.

I can't believe that making every decision in my life, with them always in my mind, somehow I ended up here.

I am standing in the great throne hall in a silly modern-princess dress with my long strawberry blonde hair up in some traditional braids. I have a polite smile plastered to my face. Wondering if the son of the enemy who stands before me—in his full combat attire with a smug expression, pitch-black longer-on-top hair, and dark tanned skin; is feeling the same true mate pull to me, as I am to him.

We are werewolves from two different worlds. My father—the Alpha King, his father—the Rogue King.

But they are not really rogues. Not anymore, at least. They grew in power a long time ago.

Our kingdoms have been in constant war longer than I've lived in this strange world. Negotiations, fighting, pushing the border one way or another…

We had enough. We, and apparently them too. That's why they are here—at my father's palace—ready to negotiate for the last, final time.

Two hostile kingdoms in one not-so-tiny room, whose kings are so fed up that they are finally willing to strike the biggest compromise there is. Sacrificing their oldest children's happiness for the union that hopes to unite them once and for all.

I stand to my father's left, Rogue King and his son to his right, directly in front of us. I hate them. I hate them all!

I hate them so much that I no longer know how to keep the promise I made to my father this morning. To go with it willingly for the sake of our kingdom. I was the one who received their proposition and forwarded it to him, but I'm still in shock he had the guts to ask his daughter for something like this. Arranged marriage. Glorified human trafficking. But he is the Alpha King first, before anyone else, before being a dad, so I shouldn't be surprised.

I'm not going to lie; I was waiting to meet my promised true mate. The one who was made for me with the blessing of the Moon Goddess. I'm a werewolf, after all, with the most pure alpha blood there is. My father is the king of all the werewolf alphas that exist—excluding the rogue ones standing in the throne hall before us. I was waiting to meet my soulmate—some noble, handsome alpha with a pure heart, I know I deserve.

And here he is, finally, standing before me. The fucking Rogue Alpha Prince.

No pure heart in sight.