Replacement Bride for the Alpha of the North

"So, will you tell us what is the deal with this golden mask?" Lucia asked Zander for explanation. She looked at the king with her sharp eyes, Rye was sitting beside her, while she was standing.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and waited impatiently. She didn’t even have any scrupulous to demand the answer, even though the man before her was the king.

She needed to know after all the horrendous thing that she had to go through. She still remembered all the name of the children that had met their demise on the slab when they sacrificed them and she couldn’t do anything about it.

Lucia knew it was not nice to bring this up, but she was more than willing to stoop that low to remind Zander about that. She looked at the king in the eyes and then reiterated all the name of the children.

"... Rose, Dean. There are around thirty children in total, but obviously there are more children that I didn’t know of, since I am not always in the ritual." Lucia walked toward Zander and stood in front of him. "If you don’t think you owed me an explanation, you are sorely mistaken."

Zander looked at Rye, who didn’t seem wanting to say anything. He only shrugged his shoulders. "She insisted to remember those children’s name." Rye then changed his tone. "Whether you think you owed us or not, you need to know that we are willing to help only if you allowed us to do so."

Zander creased his brows. He took off his golden mask and stared at it for a while.

"Nadia..." Zander said. This must be the first time he said that name after a decade. "She is a spy, but she is also a magic user."

Nadia was his destined mate. She died ten years ago, where all of this started, where he started to wear this golden mask.