Once Upon a Pack (Royalverse, #1)

by Ari Wright

Dear Lord. Maybe I’m daft.

Compared to her, I might as well be an end-table. Or an umbrella.

My first act as a king? Outlawing white pants.

Okay. Well. That’s… fucking adorable. Am I just supposed to go on with my life? Like knowing there’s a squirrel named Nigel wandering our grounds hasn’t made my entire year?

Look, I know I spout a lot of bullshit. But if anyone lays a hand on my omega, there will be blood.

Ever since Ivy blew us away during our first public appearance, he’s been a man on a mission. Last night, after Bast and I purred Ivy to sleep, Dair spent thirty minutes pacing at the foot of the bed, whisper-shouting about how “terminally fucked” our healthcare system is. He had a point. And when I asked him what he thought we should do, he tossed me a look that somehow managed to be indolent and determined at once. “We change it,” he’d said. “Obviously.”

“Be our queen,” he whispers. “Because you’ve always been the center of my whole damn universe. But now you’re the center of ours.”