Ursula:
Many Years Ago:
"Where are we going, Thomas Niles?" I joked nervously, using his full name. I was trying to sound confident, even though my heart felt deeply unsettled.
We had been married for two months now, and I'd seen Thomas go from cheerful to creepy in mere minutes. I knew I shouldn't be saying that about my mate, but it was the truth. There was another bitter truth behind our marriage: I never found my fated mate. I had to settle for a chosen one.
But it wasn't all bad. At least, it shouldn't have been.
Thomas had found me in the woods one day. He brought me home. He gave me love. He told me I needed a mate to be ranked and allowed to live in the pack. So I married him.
I was happy for a week. Then, he began to grow distant. He started to seem more secretive every day.
"We're at a royal party," he said, leading me into a room full of men, royal men.
Probably Alphas and Betas.
