Candidate: His Future Queen

"His lips held a slight upturn, but his eyes glazed over her just as they did with everyone else. Disinterest was his countenance... It was almost hostile. Then she smelled him. *** First, it itched. Then, it *burned*. Her toes curled as she fought to conceal the pain. Her skin *seared*, right on the back of her neck. She hoped no one noticed the look of surprise that slid across her face. Dread quickly became the prominent emotion. Laura glanced at Prince Rowan, his face was lightly scrunched, nose flaring. Male shifters were born with their mate mark. Females acquired them later, after coming in contact with their fated mate. She put extra effort into masking her smell, glamouring the new mark. *Fuck*. She didn’t want the one she had–let alone two. Her claws extended into the fabric of the chair. And then she had to stand. " *** Laura is a wolf shifter. Dark hair, dark eyes, average looks, wolfless… if anyone else were to describe her. Running away is what she did best, but recent events would say it was being captured. Captured not once, but twice, with an embarrassingly short layover, Laura jumps from one enemy to another. One, a group of individuals playing collector to non-humans; the other, the pack she’d long abandoned–with the latter forcing her hand in a dated mating game. Every generation, given the heir to the throne is male and mateless, there were trials held to find a suitable queen for the future king of wolf shifters. This generation’s heir apparent: Rowan Alexander Woulf. Laura had more sensible things to do, like figuring out a certain organization’s agenda.