_Alaric's POV_At the pack's banquet, the lights shimmered brilliantly, casting a warm glow over the festivities. The music danced in the air, filling the hall with its melodious tunes, and guests, adorned in their finest attire, mingled with laughter and chatter. Yet, despite the grandeur surrounding me, I couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of emptiness that consumed my soul.As a royal werewolf, I experienced an indescribable loneliness and a longing for a mate. In our society, although each werewolf is destined to be paired with a mate, these unions aren't always based on true love. Many werewolves found themselves bound to mates chosen for them by tradition and duty rather than love.For a royal werewolf like myself, the stakes were even higher. Without a mate, I risked losing not only my place as an heir to the kingdom but also my sense of purpose and belonging within the pack. The pressure to find a suitable partner weighed heavily on my shoulders.Caleb continued to manage t
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