#Chapter 53: The Council’s Acquiescence

Noah The alpha was a complete idiot. Noah could not imagine what had possessed him to choose the shallow princess over Almara. Still, he supposed he should be grateful. Almara had come running to him and he was all too happy to give her as much comfort as she needed. That first night had been torture though. He had held her in his arms, undressed her, bathed her. His hands had touched every inch of her skin and it had almost driven him mad with desire. It had taken everything, every last bit of strength, to keep from ravishing her. Noah longed to claim her. To make her his. That filthy mark the alpha left on her neck would be gone soon enough. And as soon as it was, he planned on leaving his own mark. Though he would have to make sure that she was willing. As much as he wanted her, Noah did not mean to take her if she did not want to be taken. Still, he was not above using his gifts to his advantage. Almara still thought he was a werewolf, an