Nearly ten years ago the human and fae realms collided. After years of war peace was finally reached between the all the fae kings and the human governments. To celebrate the peace agreement the Summer king threw a ball.

Tickets were coveted by all creatures. All kings had vowed their attendance. Something that hadn’t happened in dozens of past kings.

Castor lounged on a massive pillow. He sat facing the ball on balcony over looking the merriment. He stiffened, his eyes locked with a figure in the crowd. The light king sucked in a sharp breath as a mating bond locked into place.

…the only problem was he was surrounded by his harem.