Do Nothing Stupid

​ “Amy,” Prince William’s voice was as soft as a summer evening breeze, “or should I call you Aray? I remember that’s what Alpha Devon calls you.” “I’m sorry, Your Highness.” My gaze remained fixed upon the lily of the valley at my feet, and I dared not meet his eyes. “I never should have deceived you.” “I never blamed you, Aray,” William sighed gently, his breath stirring my hair. “I only blame myself for losing to Devon. Now you belong to him.” I remained silent, my peripheral vision grasping the gravestone beside us. The woman in the black-and-white photo smiles with the captivating charm of a red rose. With a face that,"William identical to mine, she was like a mirror reflecting the obsession buried deep in William’s eyes—once again, he was seeing me as that dead woman. The night wind lifted a few petals and laid them gently on the tombstone, like a silent sigh. “Since we were that,"William, Devon has always been better than me. I’ve always known that,"William said bitterly. “My fa