Killian's POVAs I exited the bathroom, an eerie silence enveloped the surroundings. It felt unsettlingly quiet, raising my suspicions. My inner wolf growled vehemently, undoubtedly sharing my disdain for the rogue. I attempted to trace her scent, only to realize that it had completely vanished. This meant that the rogue had left the room without awaiting my orders."Didn't I explicitly instruct her to await my commands?" I muttered to no one in particular, the solitude of my room amplifying my frustration. A frustrated growl escaped my lips before I made my way towards the closet, anticipating a set of clothes prepared for me.Upon entering, I couldn't help but take a deep breath, filling my nostrils with the lingering fragrance of the rogue. Admittedly, it possessed an alluring quality. Surprisingly, even my wolf seemed to agree, as it settled down in my mind, ceasing its growling.Casting a glance toward the couch, I noticed my clothes neatly laid out, awaiting my attention.As I a
Yifa's POVTears streamed down my face as I stepped out of the bathroom. I remained motionless for a few moments, trying to gather myself and sort through the overwhelming emotions that consumed me. I felt lost, unsure of what to do next.After a brief pause, I found myself drawn back to the closet, the very source of both solace and anguish. How ironic it was that the scent emanating from within could provide me with such conflicting emotions. Despite this, I couldn't resist the pull, and I hastened my approach toward the set of clothes. My omega and I craved the comfort it brought, as if it was the only balm for our wounds.The world seemed exceptionally cruel, forcing me into a predicament where the person who caused me the most pain was also the one who could provide the greatest solace. It was a paradoxical existence.Bringing my face closer to the first item I retrieved, I noticed it was a pair of black pajamas. Thankfully, the King had specifically requested dark clothing, but
Yifa's POV"I can't comprehend how he can be so nonchalant about it. I'm supposed to be his mate," I vented to Elena and Anita, who continued to provide solace.I've been pouring out my frustration and anguish for what feels like an eternity, yet it shows no sign of abating.There's an overwhelming amount of thoughts and emotions swirling inside me, leaving me uncertain about where to begin and where to draw the line.It's an unrelenting cycle of bewilderment, pain, and fury."Yifa, don't you think there must be a rationale behind his actions towards you?" Elena, ever the voice of reason, posed the question.I bowed my head, feeling defeated. "What rationale? I've exerted tremendous effort defending him, time and time again.""Every time he utters or does something hurtful to me, I find myself concocting excuses in my mind because I couldn't bear to accept the fact that my mate could be so... so heartless," I whispered, the weight of those final words weighing me down.Indeed, it was
Before I could utter a word, he preempted me with his own icy statement. "The Moon Goddess is nothing but a fabrication. Her entire persona is a deceit," he declared, his tone devoid of warmth.His words struck me with a jolt, leaving me rigid. He spoke of it so casually, as if it were an irrefutable truth. But what lie was he referring to? The Moon Goddess was the very foundation of our existence, the one who made us."Your Highness," my friends simultaneously addressed him, bowing in reverence.It hadn't occurred to me until that moment that I should offer the same deference, but only when he lifted his chin, casting an expectant gaze in my direction, did I realize my oversight.I don't find myself overly intimidated by his presence compared to others because he is my mate. However, deep down, I silently chastise myself for accepting the unequal treatment. Instead of viewing us as equals, he sees us as nothing more than his slaves."You left the room without my permission," his voic
Before exiting the kitchen, I approached the guard who had been trailing me closely. "Make sure she doesn't leave until the kitchen is spotless. Do you understand?" I commanded.The guard nodded obediently and replied, "Yes, Your Highness.""In addition, summon the head chef. I wish to speak with him," I instructed.A clever plan to weaken the rebel faction had formed in my mind, and a mischievous smile graced my lips as I envisioned the unfolding scenario.As I made my way towards my office, I noticed Derek walking in the opposite direction."Derek!" I called out to my brother.He halted his steps and turned to face me, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.I gestured for him to come closer.Without much delay, he reached my side, and together we entered my office."Is there anything you need, Your Highness?" inquired my father's aged assistant, his voice slightly trembling.Technically, he was my assistant as well, but I rarely assigned him significant tasks due to his advanced age.I d
Yifa's POVAs soon as he exited the room, an overwhelming surge of emotions washed over me, leaving me completely vulnerable and in tears. My initial impulse was to confront him, to release the pent-up frustration that had been building inside me for some time. I yearned to scream and strike him for his sheer cruelty, to retaliate against his heartless and malicious words that he had callously thrown at me without any hint of remorse or regret.There was a burning desire within me to pound his chest repeatedly, a desperate attempt to make him understand the excruciating pain that consumed my heart solely because of his actions. I longed to interrogate him, to understand why he refused to recognize me as his mate, to seek answers for every uncertainty that plagued my mind. But deep down, amidst the turmoil of my emotions, I couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps it was better not to know anything at all. The notion of remaining ignorant seemed more appealing because it would inflict l
Killian's POV"I apologize, Your Highness," the rogue said, rising to face me.Her expression was filled with remorse, and it seemed like she was on the verge of breaking down."What happened? You'd better provide me with a compelling explanation," I responded in a cold tone.She ought to know that deceiving me is futile. My influence extends throughout the palace, and with a mere inquiry, I can acquire any information.She remained silent, her gaze fixed upon the floor."I am aware of everything. I possess the power to discern all, so lying would be ill-advised," I asserted, attempting to intimidate her by standing taller."I'm sorry. I was unaware of the whereabouts of the cleaning supplies," she explained wearily, her voice betraying her fatigue.She appeared tired in general, and this pleased me…I derive satisfaction from having reduced her to this weakened state. Breaking her proved to be a rather effortless task."Why didn't you seek assistance?" I inquired.Why does she disdai
Killian's POVI exited the kitchen, leaving behind the sight of the rogue struggling to maintain composure. I understood that denying her food, despite the hardships she had endured today, may seem harsh, but it was necessary to establish boundaries. It was vital for her to comprehend that I held control over her wolf and that I was her master while she remained the slave. Compliance with my requests was not optional; it was expected.Any defiance on her part would not go unpunished. If she dared to disobey me, she would face the repercussions. In the face of her ill behavior, I would exhibit my own worst traits as a response. Should she attempt to undermine me, I would firmly put her back in her rightful place. A shout from her would only be met with unforgettably piercing and direct words. And if she tried to intimidate me, I would exhibit true dominance, revealing its genuine form.I am the Alpha, the dominant force, and she will never surpass me in rank. My wolf emitted a low grow