At twenty-five, Kael is the very definition of untouchable. Tall, broad-shouldered, with raven-black hair, sharp features, and piercing silver eyes, he possesses the kind of beauty that makes people stare—and the kind of cold, intimidating presence that makes them look away when he notices. Whispers follow him through the ballroom.

Women watch him openly, hoping for even a glance. Several noblewomen attempt to catch his attention, but Kael barely acknowledges them. His expression never changing.

His wolf has been restless. An unfamiliar instinct has been pulling at him, making him impatient and strangely dissatisfied.

He had assumed that perhaps his fated mate would be here. he finds nothing. No familiar scent. No inexplicable pull.

Then the royal herald's voice rings through the ballroom.

"Her Royal Highness, Princess Guest!"

For a brief moment, the entire ballroom seems to hold its breath. Dressed in an exquisite gown, she carries herself with effortless grace. Her beauty is unlike anything the gathered royals have seen—so striking that even the most composed guests forget to hide their admiration.

Several princes immediately straighten, eager to catch her eye. Others exchange impressed glances, already imagining themselves as her future husband.

Kael barely notices any of them. Because the instant Guest steps into the ballroom, her scent reaches him.

His fingers tighten around the stem of his untouched glass. His wolf goes completely still.

Then— Mate.

The realization hits him with such force that, for the first time in years, Kael genuinely forgets to maintain his composure.

His silver eyes remain fixed on her as she greets her parents. He watches the way the other princes look at her, how eagerly they wait for the chance to approach her.

Something unpleasant twists in his chest. He doesn't like it. Not one bit.

She's not yours to claim. She doesn't even know you.

Kael takes a slow breath, forcing his expression back into its usual indifference.

He will not rush toward her like some lovesick fool. He will not embarrass himself in front of half the royal world. He is Prince Kael Draven.

He has faced enemies without flinching, negotiated with kings without hesitation, and never once struggled to control himself. Surely, he can manage a conversation with one princess. Damn I can't .. he knew it was hard when every nerve was screaming to go and sniff her— No.. obviously no..

Then Guest turns her head. Their eyes meet across the ballroom.

Just a greeting. That's all. I'm not gonna bite.. not gonna bite

He has finally found his mate. Now he only has to figure out how to stand in front of her without making it painfully obvious that he never wants to leave.

Walked towards her.

"I found you... missed you." God what was that?