Once Upon a Pack (Royalverse, #1)

by Ari Wright

To the ones who wish on eyelashes, dandelions, and stars. The universe hears you. xx

“His official title is ‘Bartholomew Waddlesworth, of the Maytown Manor Ducks.’”

And three knots are better than one? Or so they say.

Little do they know; logic and duty aren’t the reason I won’t ever find my match. They’re the reason I already lost her.

And the one time I asked what her hobbies were, she looked at me like I’d started speaking a foreign language before admitting she enjoys “making friends with animals.”

It’s all in my head. An overactive imagination. Silly fear that makes no sense.

She laughs up at the heavens, as if all of this weather is some sort of inside joke between them.

There’s only her. And me. Until suddenly, in the space of half an instant, there’s us.

And I’m sure the nauseous roll in my middle is just me feeling sorry for myself… I’ll be fine. It’s all in my head. I have an overactive imagination and a low pain tolerance.

I can’t be a princess. I can’t even get Starbucks to make my latte with oat milk.

His Highness doesn’t suffer well.

A perfect anatomical rendering of my heart, wrapped in delicate vines of ivy.