No, stop, you’re not supposed to like him.
All your life you’ve been told that you would marry Triton Amerson and that would be that. You don’t get a say on who or what you want to you. You’re the firstborn, the next in line of the throne, you’re the Alpha Princess of Wolves.
Stop thinking about how good he smells; the way his cheeks dimple when he smiles.
You resign yourself to a life of not wanting to get close to him. To give in means you’re accepting your fate. You push him into the arms of another.
The last thing you want to do is fall in love with him, but it’s happening.
Push and pull, you don’t know what to do with yourself as your feelings grow stronger. How are you supposed to cope with life when the one you’re falling for thinks you don’t want anything to do with him? There’s only one thing you can do, be the princess that you are, the Princess of Wolves.