"To be honest, Your Majesty... I can't say for certain," he admitted. "There are too many unknowns. The potency of the Princess's pheromones was off the charts, and there may be other variables at play. All I can suggest is that we prepare for the worst. At the very least, when it returns, we might have to let them mate."
"Are you out of your damned mind?!" the Alpha King snarled, his temper snapping. "Those men are barely holding themselves together, and when they lose control again, they'll destroy her. She doesn't even have her wolf back yet. Do you want her broken beyond healing?"
The Royal Alchemist bowed his head in submission, sensing the Alpha King's fury crackling through the air like a storm. And the Alpha King had every right to be angry. Even the Alchemist knew that everything unfolding was far from ordinary—unnatural, even—and it posed a real danger to Addison.
