Tamed By The Lycan Prince

"Antonio," I softly said, my voice quivering with the weight of the truth I was about to reveal, "We can't..." He halted abruptly, his warm breath gently brushing against my lips as he exhaled. Our eyes met, reflecting each other's gaze, and for a fleeting moment, I saw a glimpse of pain before it was replaced by a composed mask. Nodding slightly, he took a step back, creating a subtle distance. "I comprehend," he replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil beneath the surface. "You don't need to explain." "Are you not curious why?" I whispered, barely daring to breathe. Antonio offered a sad, understanding smile that didn't reach his eyes. "No need," he said slowly. "I understand that there's a compelling reason behind your choice." "To clarify," I swallowed, my voice wavering, "I am set to wed Alpha Boris tomorrow." A brief surprise flashed across his face, quickly hidden. "You, the future Luna..." he murmured, his fists clenching momentarily before relaxing back to his usual composure. "Do you love him?" he asked, his voice steady, though I could see the inner conflict in his eyes. I hesitated, the question hanging heavily between us. The truth was, I did not love Boris – it was a marriage of convenience. "No," I admitted, feeling a sense of liberation in my honesty. "I don't."