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
I immediately extended a helping hand to assist him in securing his desired position. "She's currently cleaning the kitchen," I responded truthfully. My father arched an eyebrow, silently urging me to provide further details. "Well, she's cleaning as a form of punishment, but she's also under my authority, so she is obligated to fulfill all my commands," I clarified. Perplexed, he inquired, "Slave? Why?" I let out a sigh, but before I could respond, he interjected, his voice brimming with excitement, "Is this about your mother?" He seemed delighted at the prospect of causing suffering to this white wolf, presumably due to his sentiments towards my mother. "Yes and no," I replied, tilting my head to the side. Caught off guard, my father's initial enthusiasm waned as he questioned, "What do you mean?" I explained, "Yes, I do remember the consequences my mother faced whenever I request her to carry out drastic or cruel actions, yet simultaneously, I require her submission to attain her
Killian's POV I stared at the guard in front of me, my voice filled with icy coldness as I demanded, "What on earth do you think you're doing?" Standing before me was the very same guard I had explicitly instructed not to provide the rogue with any sustenance, yet he was now handing the rogue a piece of bread. A deep frown creased my face as I realized the guard had blatantly disregarded my orders. Visiting the rogue was not part of my original plan, as I wanted to avoid unnecessary complications. However, my wolf urged me to check on her, and I had learned to trust my wolf's instincts—they had never led me astray before. Reluctantly, I decided to pay the rogue a visit, even though I anticipated trouble. As it turned out, my wolf's intuition proved correct once again. While the kitchen appeared immaculate and free of any mess, that did not grant the guard the authority to defy my commands. Meanwhile, I explicitly and directly informed the rogue that she would not be granted any f
I stared at the guard, my eyes widening in confusion. What was happening? What was his motive? He glanced at me timidly, quickly diverting his gaze. Suspicion crept into my mind. Could this be some kind of elaborate joke? "Are you serious?" I blurted out involuntarily. I couldn't contain my incredulity. Just a few hours ago, he had been relentlessly cruel and disrespectful. So, why this sudden change? He sighed, his eyes avoiding mine as he continued to offer me a piece of bread. I noticed a faint blush on his cheeks. It was as if he was harboring some remorse or guilt. "I'm not kidding. Just take it," he replied with a mix of resignation and apology in his voice. I hesitated for a moment, eyeing the bread suspiciously. This guard must think I'm gullible if he expects me to accept it without questioning his intentions. Deep down, I knew there had to be more to this gesture. And then, he spoke softly, his voice laced with remorse, "I'm sorry for my earlier behavior. I was only foll